drains counter clockwise.
chaska.
you'd think being born canadian, that tobias wouldn't know the ways of long lost warriors. yielding arrows and dancing around fires reflecting layered red paint smeared under his eyes. he understands the songs that wolves sing and hears the words weeping lillies whisper.
you'd think being born californian, that buck wouldn't know the ways of space and time. remembering the birth of this earth and watching as our past and future collided in eons of electrons and particles. he understands the comfort in a perfect note and hears the things people wish on falling stars for.
The two of them, an old electric pulse and an even older extinct emotion, met and forthwith ran together to make music.
there is a simplicity; creating songs which feel like half smoked cigarettes. they sound like a sparkly lip gloss on your lover's lips, a scratch 'n' sniff sticker. they live within the thrown arms of a long haired young beauty, and the nectarine juice dripping down your forearms on a warm day. they feel just like the waking gentle kiss in the dip of your collarbone.
allow the tunes to soak you, like the warmth of a tall glass of whiskey.
you'd think being born canadian, that tobias wouldn't know the ways of long lost warriors. yielding arrows and dancing around fires reflecting layered red paint smeared under his eyes. he understands the songs that wolves sing and hears the words weeping lillies whisper.
you'd think being born californian, that buck wouldn't know the ways of space and time. remembering the birth of this earth and watching as our past and future collided in eons of electrons and particles. he understands the comfort in a perfect note and hears the things people wish on falling stars for.
The two of them, an old electric pulse and an even older extinct emotion, met and forthwith ran together to make music.
there is a simplicity; creating songs which feel like half smoked cigarettes. they sound like a sparkly lip gloss on your lover's lips, a scratch 'n' sniff sticker. they live within the thrown arms of a long haired young beauty, and the nectarine juice dripping down your forearms on a warm day. they feel just like the waking gentle kiss in the dip of your collarbone.
allow the tunes to soak you, like the warmth of a tall glass of whiskey.