From "Approach Approach Conflict"
Time came to get over Camp
Stocked the Plymouth Grand
With tent and guitar
For a song we would be bestow
On every state (just 30 to go)
With shoulders sore from the punch bugs
To Pensacola we drove
Every Boggle game
By the small blue flame of a Coleman propane stove
With shoulders sore from the punch bugs
To Pensacola we drove
Every Boggle game
By the small blue flame of a Coleman propane stove
Two kids at a Gulfport campsite
Brothers, eight and nine
And neither could read
But Stephen once had drowned
They pulled him dead out of the pond
On the chopper ride to Biloxi
He started breathing again
Saw his dead big sister
And God, who he said was like Santa Claus but thin
The chopper ride to Biloxi
They got him breathing again
Saw his dead big sister
And God, who he said was like Santa Claus but thin
Calm grin on a roadside mom
Holds her toddler up
To pet a wild bison
We were sprinting at White Sands
Ran a naked mile flailing our hands
Where the yuccas burn in the dune fields
You know you're lost and you're glad
It was strange and slow
As adventures go
But the last real one we had
The yuccas burn in the dune fields
You know you're lost and you're glad
It was strange and slow
As adventures go
But the last real one we had.
(Greg Kutcher - slide guitar, dulcimer
Jeff Kutcher - washboard
Lauren London - backup vocals)
Copyright 2010 Zach London