I need someone who understands
What's wrong with these damned hands
Every time I touch her face
Takes all night to put her back in place.
What's wrong with the dear girl?
There are wet stones where her eyes were
A distant cloud aloft
She rains on me cold and soft.
It has happened to stronger men
You start off fine then a slow decline
Maybe it's time for a new town.
I worked a machine and so did mother
Should never have left her arms that summer
I shudder when recollecting
The voice that begged, the voice that reckoned.
No there's nothing for me here
Wind howls in my empty ear
and street fighting girls get me down
Yes it's a rather poor affair
The girls dropped me from her prayers
It's a rip off and man I'm down
Maybe it's time for a new town.
This is neither Heaven nor Hell
But rather a frail sea-worn shell
Perhaps I shall go
She asks "where would you go?"
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