I want to live on an abstract plain.
I want to live on an abstract plain.
Yo soy un pistelero, I’m not shaking in my boots.
I’ll wait in Los Angeles – I’ll wait in the pouring sun.
Oh my golly! Oh my golly!
Forget about the girls and forget about the boys – turn off the TV and put away your toys.
I have a flask but I do not have the wine. I have a suit but I do not have a dime.
I’ve kissed mermaids, rode the El Niño, walked the sand with the crustaceans. Could find my way to Mariana on a wave of mutilation.
Another tremendous album from the cult of Frank Black.