Well on your way, you passed me here today. When the coffee swirls in your cup, it looks like the ocean's waves. You may always hide away, in some costal caves. Like the morning fog in the wind, may you rest, may you move.
Out from the sea, your hair was at your knees and when you spoke a single word, my spirit was assured that your kindness was as it seemed: every bit as deep, as the ocean's very bed where you sleep with the moon.
This morning you looked at me, I was still half asleep, just out walking by myself on that road to my father's house. Her eyes are green and blue, they will look inside of you and you'll feel just like a child trying to walk, trying to speak.
And when I was young, I'd dream of stars around the sun, I saw them in your smile still glimmering all the while. Your image haunts me on some days in mornings when I sleep too late, it sticks with me still, no I cannot get my fill.
Jody Stephens of Big Star and Luther Russell of the Freewheelers team for a radiant LP packed full of slide guitar and pop smarts. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 11, 2019