The spool, unstrung and limitless,
the fool would find the victim best.
And true, I've been there too before,
I know not which of them was worse.
The tooling dullard tends to bore,
I know as much as this, I'm sure.
Would be beneath the empty dress
uncouth or seething countenance?
Demon eyes deem it best to move with one's unwillingness.
Here I am, flailing along.
Trailing the last verse of a forgotten song.
At my worst, aims fall upon the ill-gotten gain I've betrayed all along
Still, it shines in my eyes brighter than the sun.
Though it ended long before it was fun, you know,
watching you run.
Cords of vetiver set the mood, and your epitaph, in stone
The sophomore solo effort from Hiss Golden Messenger bassist Scott Hirsch offers a fresh batch of songs that kick back to classic country, tempered with a satisfying dose of psychedelia. Bandcamp Album of the Day Dec 7, 2018