The summer is gone, holiday’s up
I’m told playtime is over, it’s time to grow up.
From Brooklyn to Britain at just a throw of a stone,
Mckibbin street my playground and Woodlocks my home.
Left my shoes at the shire to ensure that I go back,
Going barefoot is no fun when walking off the track.
Left my love on foreign soil, I’ll need to get her back,
So I’ll steal her shoes if I so need to get me back on track
And back to the startline to take it from the top,
Let the gun off,
On your marks, ready, set, go!
Wont stop, wont stop,
Wont stop, wont stop.
And back from the top.
I’ve felt it, I feel it, but will I ever see it?
It teases me, torments me, lights up things inside of me.
I hear its distant call like a dog to the wild.
So I’ll keep on at the hunt if the trail is feeling old.
Left my shoes at the shire to ensure that I go back,
Going barefoot is no fun when walking off the track.
Left my love on foreign soil, I’ll need to get her back,
So I’ll steal her shoes if I so need to get me back on track
And back to the startline to take it from the top,
Let the gun off,
On your marks, ready, set, go!
Wont stop, wont stop,
Wont stop, wont stop.
And back from the top.
Juxtaposing poetic balladry with roaring feedback and warped piano lines, the Vermonter's music is as stunning as it is unsettling. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 21, 2024