Indie folk, Slow tempo, organic, singer songwriter, 1960s, 60's, retro, vintage, Male vocals, acoustic guitar, bass, drums, percussion, horns, tambourine, shaker
Ill cut your throat if youll squeeze mine. Ill shake your hand. Butterflies will fly out from our union, and theyll see what we have shown. I aint asking about violations or how to stop. Im bored to death, but now Im not. So go refresh your mind on your broken soul. This country lane is stretched and older than the execution that removed your head. We aint on no diamond rainbow road, its just crust and mold that makes you think and do as told. But youre so well-prepared that your destitute of all the words that could help the truth to blossom out from within you. Wed do anything to be near you! But you cant see what youre being shown. Yea, youre just some assholes food, and youre out of the loop with the shape of the droop of your own head swooping down. And youre out of your mind because its running on time, and the fuels eaten up and theres a clog in the line. So you tap the glass on your broken watch, and hope that what you are is all that you are and it may not be enough, but it could keep the vomit down. Yea, the going could get rough, but you cant keep this damn varmit down. Ill cut your throat if youll squeeze mine. Ill shake your hand. Butterflies will fly out from our union, and theyll see what we have shown.