I can’t pick as fast as those bluegrass cats
I’ve got an apprehensive, slow right-hand
Too many words or maybe not enough nerve
It’s surprising for as blue as I am
O’er yonder stands Little Junie
On a pink ukulele in May
And the way she asks if we can sing another song
Leaves me smiling with nothing to say
Rolling thunder, driving rain
Woke up in the morning to
The sound of you forgetting my first name
Hey hey, roll on
Buddy, I’m still here, but you are gone
Where were you last Friday night
When we were double booked in Bowling Green
I saw myself out and found a spot on the ground
To sing “Paradise” without being seen
Friends came fast like three-legged cats
Hopping fences on Halloween night
Picking and grinning with a litter of kittens
Finding answers in a bottle of rye
Rolling thunder, driving rain
Woke up in the morning to
The sound of you forgetting my first name
Hey hey, roll on
Buddy, I’m still here, but you are gone
Now I’m limping thru the Bible Belt
Anxious as I’ve ever felt
Getting good at questioning myself
I lost my shoes on a riverbank
I never wear ‘em anyway
I know how much these weathered souls can take
But I can’t pick as fast as those bluegrass Cats
I’ve got a contemplate slow right hand
Too many words or maybe not enough nerve
I guess that’s a-just the way that I am
Rolling thunder, driving rain
Woke up in the morning to
The sound of this sweet, sweet refrain
Hey hey, roll on
Buddy, I’m still here
The future is unclear
Buddy, I'm still here
But you are gone
Sweet harmonies & strummed melodies; the duo delve into decades-old folk, jazz, and country to find a timeless kind of love and connection. Bandcamp New & Notable May 23, 2018
This New Haven duo write bright and emotionally resonant folk music where sweeping strings elevate gorgeous melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 23, 2021