you lay in blss as the record skips
and your silence, it speaks volumes to me
paint you to life now
i'm holing the light now
i promise myself
(there's lightning in the cellar)
on the hour-and-six i make my trip downstairs
yeah, i slip down there
to bring you up to speed
i'll make you just like me, oh
i promise myself
(you know i know whats good for you)
i promise myself
this will be the last time
i fuck with
magic
but now
I'm
ready
i took my girl out for a ride
with the top rolled down
like in 1939
my favorite dancer here with me
a passenger now buckled to my dreams
then she smiled ear to ear
and that song came on
that we both needed to here
and when that engine finally died
we laced our boots and hiked to paradise
i promise myself
this will be the last time
i fuck with
magic
but now
I'm
ready
In songs that swing from giant and anthemic to distortion-caked and widescreen, Lightning Cult conjure galaxies of sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 18, 2022
The latest from Sonny Smith's long-running San Francisco outfit is clever and very sweet and more than a little bit country. Bandcamp Album of the Day Aug 3, 2021