Over your self, color Texas in the middle
Not even black turns a part of you to hold me back
First girlfriends, this is how I won't remember you
Dead horses live, you don't know what that meant to me
It’s time
to let that connection fade
She believes in me
without you
The middle first
the longest day
You won’t hear from me
the black has turned to you
How long do I have? Anyone a preservation?
San Jose circle, take a mile and call my name
Look at it with shame, as unoriginal
I’m not the same, Eighty, believe in me
On a long-awaited follow-up to "Celebration Rock" Brian King and drummer-vocalist Dave Prowse still have a way of instilling magic with not much more than a few chords and some earnest romanticism. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 27, 2017