These dusty keys cough up noise and debris
These sounds float around me
Cloudy and out of reach
Hazy and incomplete
A fuzzy, blurred out truth
Stuck to these worn out, weary boots
Crushed under your shoes
Creeping up behind you
Now I can hear it move
I just can't shake it loose
Oh, I know it's true
Now I cannot see beyond the in-between
Where it starts and where it leads
Words that just won't take
To these pages left clean and blank
Then they float up to the ceiling
Get tangled up in these rusted strings
That tie every thought to my ceiling
I'm tangled up in every little thing
A fuzzy, blurred out truth
Stuck to these worn out, weary boots
Crushed under your shoes
Creeping up behind you
Now I can hear it move
I just can't shake it loose
Oh, I know it's true
Bones to hold you up
Until they turn to dust
And let your soul float off
I know you
You blew it and you knew it
Blew it and you knew it all
Blew it and you knew it, always
A slow drip of Tropicália-infused psychedelia from New Orleans rock outfit Blue Basin: balmy one moment, aggressive the next. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 22, 2022