when you walk in to the room i can feel the direction of true north
fresh moose blood still shiny on your perfect hands
hot misty breath curling from your full sultry lips
nobody can fill a parka like you do
all the other ladies waddle in like so many blue marshmallows
but you are crisp cool and dangerous
they are little more than air and high fructose corn syrup
while you are a lithe wiry carnivorous animal
you can cast out my demons any time you want
i've been a bad boy and you're the woman to make me feel it
i need you to punish me for my many sins
i would club a seal for you
i would shoot a grizzly
i would dig for oil in the frozen tundra with my bare hands
till the nails were gone and the bare phalanges fell
like discarded shards of classroom chalk from my bloodied palms
the counter rhythms and syncopations on "So Far Away" are worth the price of admission...
plover is masterful on every level... listen and share this one far and wide, folks...
I love each of them separately, and found my way here via Glen Phillips' other solo work...but together?! WOW!
How about a follow-up? ❤️ Geoffrey Gamble
This album has many of my favorite tracks of Glen’s: Shorn (probably my favorite song, period), solo version of Enough, No Blue Sky (I LOVE Shawn Mullins’ version, but this is exquisite) and his version of American Tune is delightful. adriannecausey