this was the last song we worked up together. we played it live probably two or three times, and almost didn't manage to get it down - several takes collapsed before one absolutely flawless run-through was, due to an engineering error, only partially recorded.. thankfully on the next try we at least made it to the end of the song and that's what you get here
lyrics
three spokes idiot kid there's no such number keep them second guessing sit still push comes to push came to spill it's thin and it's fast
A most beautiful record with a groove that will make you want turn off the lights, burn a candle, drink a bottle of wine and enjoy the inspiring moment... past and present jofw