Winter 1977 / 1978 - band is Clay percussion, Evan guitar and guitar pedals (synth sounds), Mike Barry piano, Mike Craddock bass, and Chris guitar (with echo / volume pedal) This was the next to last jam of the night

Winter 1977 / 1978 - band is Clay percussion, Evan guitar and guitar pedals (synth sounds), Mike Barry piano, Mike Craddock bass, and Chris guitar (with echo / volume pedal) This was the next to last jam of the night

It’s a Parthian Shot, from my head to my heart Another night gone between the dusk until the dawn I’m sending a signal flare up A fever dream but it’s real I’m asleep at the wheel It seems every time that my body breaks down I’m sending…

Who’s going to save us now, back off the button Here comes the Oregon Trail generation Karma hits you hard like a brick thrown from above They’re watching you, you’re wide eyed Like a burning bridge from analog to digital They’re watching…

Your wind blown hair dances by your eyes Pale red sunset turns into sunrise Voices are whispered, hush or they’ll hear us Patience my love Meet me in the rye Meet me in the rye Feels like the summer’s gonna last all year long Meet me…

Hey can you fake it, stare at your phone to disappear So I hear The imperial standard, in place cause it’s always been that way So to say Sure to be careful, everything’s perfect Sure to be careful, everything’s perfect A sign of…

Pull another shift down at someday winner’s mine Claw and scape to build up some other man’s design I heard you sing the gospel, with hands up in the air Already in Elysium, guess I’ll meet you there Raise your drink and cigarette As…

Tried to open Pandora’s chest in the moonlight Dragged the dull blade of my swiss army knife Soon discovered there’s no heart where it should be Yet I still feel X always marks the spot It’s automatic, flip to panic Pins and needles, drink…

Bare with me place your cameras down The lens inside your head is good enough tonight No filter can project your mind The colors seem to dull, an uninspired shade Dare witness, don’t close your eyes Take the leap and be surprised A…

I hear the whispers again, so best I start Mending my broken heart I’ve gone to weaving again, needle and thread Mending my aching head Can’t you tell I just wanted to love you, but you were making other plans So fare thee well and remember…