sonic satisfaction holds my ears in sweet embrace the endless chain reaction of what we give and what we take going through the motions and acting out this part sifting through the pages of the life that i can start calloused fingers fumble on the boardwalk of my muse feeling fit to crumble some days i wake up with the blues holding onto my time or at least what ive got left ill work with what im given and ill dream up all the rest throw away the watches call off every bet the time aint mine for saving but ill take what i can get holding onto wisdom of the ones who came before floating in the balance of the calm before the storm
['folk', 'indie folk', 'lilith', 'new americana', 'progressive bluegrass']