'Neith the summer setting sun
'Neith the scarlet bay shore sky
The TECO smokestack loaded gun
Beckons paradise to die
lyrics
"I feel like Montag at the end of the book," Dylan said
As we rode through Honeymoon not long after dusk
"Just squint your eyes at the city lights over the tree line
Pinellas is burning, fires up and down the coast"
It's days like this I wish for it the most
Well most kids around here stick close to the flock and boast
Suburban perspectives scribbled in chalk
And maybe it's the strip-malls pill mills and sun that keep us engrossed
The years long before us are a mystery to most
Seems the leeches of the world found a mighty fine host
Fey owned three acres in Ozona town and as soon
As she took up and died, they tore her trees down
For a six bed McMansion, for a family of three
Well ain't Pinellas just lovely from your waterside balcony?
But y'all better run back north when the storm churns this way
And this place was once home to the Tocobaga tribe and under
The Selmon Expressway, their namesake's inscribed
On a tarnished plaque it reads "Once stood a hundred foot mound"
Well the bay shore holds bones from the Skyway on back around
And blood is still buried beneath the waves
Now riding back eastward we duck past a cop, Dylan says
"The liquor store is open, it'll be our last stop"
The causeway unfolds onto a grid of roaring roads
Pinellas is sinking like a shit in the commode
And my whole life I've watched her erode, away
credits
from 174 ft.,
released February 28, 2014
Written and produced by William Kilgore
Beautifully played and full of moving vocal performances, the Bay Area singer/songwriter's latest is a stellar work of art. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 3, 2023
Proceeds from this excellent new darkambient/neofolk comp from LEFT/FOLK goes to benefit American Near East Refugee Aid. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 10, 2024