mans gotta choose where to lay his guilt
dont grab a sword if its not by the hilt
a bodys move may not be man at all
handles meant for handless forms
stand in my deep forlorn
raised up by the blow of a fall
im not slippin
im just slidin
think im holdin on
i know im tryin
i wouldnt ask no one else
its hard to get a grip on myself
dreams are mean dreams are kind
i dont have a dream in mind
when i wake up next to you
let me get you water let me find your keys
i need to know what i need to do
to thank you
im not slippin
im just slidin
think im holdin on
i know im tryin
i wouldnt ask no one else
its hard to get a grip on myself
i saw robins land in a tree and wait
for the earth to open up its gates
waiting on a breeze so bright
silence leads what i cannot see
to familiar places unknown to me im following through the hours of night
im not slippin
im just slidin
think im holdin on
i know im tryin
i wouldnt ask no one else
its hard to get a grip on myself
Lovely, finger-picked acoustic guitar songs that manage to build whole melodic worlds with just a few gentle notes. Bandcamp New & Notable May 21, 2018
Tompkins Square offers newly-recorded material from two guitarists to commemorate their appearance on a 1967 Takoma Records sampler LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 2, 2017