the rain could be gasoline
and you could all be massing together
just to light everything on fire
but no flames will rise too high
for the big orange moon
i might stare at you all through september
and i might ignore everything and start keeping track of the weather
my eyes might disappear behind a storm cloud of fear
until gasoline starts to clog up my yellow teeth
i first met ben mccormick at my middle school geography bee. thank goodness i dropped my guitar pick next to him. he picked it up and said "do you like eric clapton?" the rest is history :-) Will Orchard
The gentle lo-fi songs on the latest phoneswithchords LP develop their granular sketches of childhood and coming of age into full portraits. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 25, 2023