The sun won't gaze on our navels anymore
Given up on marching, what was it for?
A fashy front's coming through
It's time to wake up to clear the air, blow it out, grip the wheels in our minds
Turn 'em hard, swing 'em round
Look, the cliff! It's the cliff!
Remember how our friction made fire
And how we made strangers understand?
We've got to back the facts so we can clear the air, blow it out, grip the wheels in our minds
Turn 'em hard, swing 'em round
Look, the cliff! It's the cliff!
Come with me, we'll walk the edge, it's a wire
Shout ourselves down at the church of the liar
Or we can rouse ourselves again to clear the air, blow it out, grip the wheels in our minds
Turn 'em hard, swing 'em round
Look, the cliff! It's the cliff!
Looking down where the buffalo flew
For a moment, that'll be me and you
credits
from The Cliff,
released October 25, 2019
Words and music by Stanton Hall
Stanton Hall - voice, bass guitar, organs
David Ricardo - voice, guitars, percussion, synth vibraphone
Max Curry - drums
Daniel Coble - voice
ALBUM OF THE YEAR, easily.
effortlessly on a par with X's vintage catalogue, "Alphabetland" is a solid testimony of a band as vibrant, creative and urgent as ever. Honestly, it's THAT good. Strongly recommended. ramblinerikk