I can hear the shower running
Over you, Diane;
Steam all around you, like a choir.
Hot nights, moonlight,
Towel 'round your head;
Lithe limbs, warm skin,
Climbing into bed,
Maneuvering like poetry,
Over me, Diane;
Each limb, a stanza, and each
Inch, an iamb.
Bright eyes, find mine,
Through tangles of your hair;
Reach out, nine times,
Middle of the night, but you're not there,
[Chorus]
Diane,
The ship's wheel in my hands,
But I'm longing for dry land,
On a course I know I'll strand.
Praying awake at night you'll understand,
That a man just ain't a man,
Till he's back in your arms, Diane.
Tangle of bodies 'n' sheets, oh, what a feeling,
Of leaving your feet, while awayward, we're stealing,
Climbing so high, until our heads hit the ceiling again.
Can't let you get away,
Diane, I could've seen it coming
From here to old Cheyenne,
'Cause every time I play, I tip my hand.
All that water, spinning down the drain.
Still I bother, when only lonely suds remain, 'cause
I still hear the shower running, lonesome as I am;
It's running, far-from-over-you, Diane,
In cascades that made
Tiny rivulets,
Down your shoulders,
Face, and neck, and freckled breasts,
"Manzanita," "Lessons in Laughing" and "My Love is a Lightning Rod" are my favorites on this well-crafted, inspired cross-pollination of folk and electronic musics. ¡Makes me wanna holler! Honky Gabacho
Cacophonous mash of noise, electronic sounds and vocals powered by energetic walls of drums. Listen loud, jump often. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 28, 2014
Portland shoegaze that plays, as the best representatives of the genre do, with huge, hollow atmosphere against intimate observations. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 23, 2016