Woke late this afternoon
Saw a sickle moon waxing
There was mud on my slacks
And you just lay there laughing.
Sing hallelujah they've killed those sirens
Everything I own for an hour of silence.
Dear, lend me your comb.
My feet can’t find the floor
Nights dreams have turned to fever
You'd matched me drink for drink
All attending left believers
I woke to a sickle moon waxing
And the hero just lay there laughing.
Sing hallelujah they've killed those sirens
Everything I own for an hour of silence.
Dear, lend me your comb.
The hero pins her hair back
And minds the kettle
Her blouse lies on the floor
Her towel hangs from my door
In time your highs become taxing
Saw a sickle moon waxing
San Francisco singer-songwriter and trumpeter Max Daniel gilds straight-shooting pop hooks with orchestral splendor and wry lyricism. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 26, 2020
Melodic, lush ambient from San Francisco that recalls the Bay Area's famous fog at night. Proceeds to the ACLU and Planned Parenthood. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 8, 2017