oil pressure blew off the charts into sunny rays in my windshield;
breaks through time!
...and wind blows by;
nothing waits to grow inside
the morning's mine
nothing makes me warm inside
own your favorite time; keep it in a mime
show it to my friends and give'em hell to the ends and whither while something waits to grow in my little garden's shine
nothing takes to soil in my sunny wasted mold to thrive
Two new songs from the Nashville musician (and drummer in Sad Baxter) reveal a talent for rock hooks and anthemic power pop aesthetics. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 11, 2022