I took my worries and I gave them to the cypress trees
I took my worries and I gave them to the cypress trees
I took my lost gloves and I tossed them to the mossy green
'cause worries and lost gloves, they are the same thing
to a tree
And I wish I had a razor for a soul
I wish I had a razor for a soul
I wish I had a razor for a soul
'cause I would lay down with the tiger and the icicle
For the band men on the edge of town
helicopters pull their prisms down
and that great dismal swamp stirs
black water, rolling under
and the catfish they are jumping
and the paddle wheel keeps thumping
and that great dismal swamp stirs
black water, black thunder
and "I ain't got no worries, it don't make no difference to me"
"I ain't got no worries, it don't make no difference to me"
"I ain't got no worries, it don't make no difference to me"
"I ain't got no worries, it don't make no difference to me"
Rundgren-esque rock with big hooks and a hint of the baroque, recommended for fans of Jon Brion and post-Kill Rock Stars Elliott Smith. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 20, 2024