The palm trees sway in the wind
The surf goes out and in
My head the pictures change from postcard perfect to bitter pain
And I think, of summer nights at home
City air baked off the road and everyone escapes to central air and cold ice trays
And Sheena said, that it's warming up today
stuck inside, my head, Baked out and under flame
Burning down my dread, cool off to keep me sane
I'll let it out, of a vent, in my brains
Are falling out of the sky
My throat feels so much dryer than salt can make, the sun can take and heat can bake my eyes
Are blinded by this star, we won't make it too far beyond the wake can take us, breaking on the shore of this sand bar
But we've got drinks, family and friends
Ice waterfalls, and rum that never ends
Treasure chest, on our own private island
Or is it all, in my head?
I can see these rolling clouds
Casting down sweet shade
I'm feeling better now, things could go my way beyond the sea beyond my mind, the turtles spin and hypnotize, the sand will crunch between my teeth and now I'm chewing on seaweed
Thank God for steak, this salty rare flank
Poseidon and his shark, brought the lemonade
Some hot mermaids, no wait they're just logs
Shit, I'm gonna die, on this rock
Former member of Fela Kuti’s Egypt 80 unveils a rich, swinging new record that pulls from jazz and soul in its high-wattage songs. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 24, 2024