The Buffalo look so peaceful
as the wagon rolls by
you threw your boots on the table
the tobacco tasted dry
Well I would rather not
know your name
and I would prefer not to
remember your face
These are the olden days
I get by with the past in my eye
these are the olden days
the moonlight drapes the canvas
these are the olden days
the fork in the river runs wild
these are the olden days
And a gunshot
doesn't even startle us
I'm on the fast train from Kingston to Vauxhall
to see with my own two eyes
cos you can't tell a man
he is nothing without something
and expect him hot to fight to survive
I walk with a hunch back hood up
Brixton sure seems quiet tonight
we step on broken glass and good intentions
I nod twice and you smile
The former frontman of the Pains of Being Pure at Heart lets loose with a passionate, Dylan-esque record full of razor-sharp lyricism. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 2, 2021