wintering in a windowless room
at the end of the city proper
it has a charm, an antique gloom
well I'm through with puppy love
the dirty rug and frying smells
I'm told this is the first ring of Hell
the bastard son become the man undone
there are many, I am one
no ones love, no ones heir
I'm through with teenage kicks
built my world on mud & sticks
when I couldn't buy the bricks
hard to laugh at 2 AM
when you look into the eyes of your own best friend
and he says 'hey whatever happened to you'
holed up in my rented room
I put my affairs in order
but I need a friend in the government
to see me through the border
there is fire in the well
here in the first ring of Hell
lost in the twilight dim
with the window shoppers
I sometimes still think of you
on the edge of the city proper
with tenements in endless facsimiles
slow traffic and barren trees
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