Small hands unlatch, open the gate
Small feet traverse the path to reach
The spot marked by candles, balloons
Their pounding hearts sound out like drums
The dogs, horses, motorcycles
Are overwhelmed by eager youth
Let them run free, become secure
One day, one day, they'll own it all
I lost my baby in the crowd
But found a new one on the ground
Brown eyes, black hair, white teeth, red blood
It won't be hard to love this one
My hands they reach can't get a grip
I can't sit back and watch you slip
Ten fingers, toes, and ways to love
This ball of dirt, this little shit
Two slabs of surfy psych-rock instrumentals from a group that's been doing it longer than you've been alive, probably. Bandcamp New & Notable May 7, 2024