My body's starting to decay,
My mouth is dry,
I'm trying to fight the urge to fall sleep,
I don't wanna die,
Soil begins to pull me down,
Submerged from head to toe,
I can feel my b-b-body's spread,
I'm trying to lift my head,
But I'm taking root and starting to grow,
I'm a beautiful sycamore,
Oh, I don't have to care about anything anymore,
You'll try to find me and I understand,
You know this city like the back of your hand,
But deep roots are holding me down,
We said one day we'd run away,
But it's been twenty seven years and I don't recall your name,
Oh God I can't remember your name.
Stumbled across this great band because of Martha the band and I just love their sometimes melancholy garage-sound.
Also I like the acoustic songs.
I still remember seeing them live in my hometown when they were touring with Erica Freas and asked them for a setlist to have something to remember the great concert.
It´s hanging on my wall since that day :) Ninehundredninetynine