In the morning we'll remain empty bottles- just your headache
A lead weight on your day
You can be nice when you sweep the floor
But curse our hurricane as the rubble you explore
There were stories- some accounts of modern glory
Roundabout the midnight hour you were found
In a closet- not your bed
Someone vandalized your head with their black marker pen
It was a dump of drunken dreams
False starts on new beginnings
False hearts and all his winnings in casino chips and bras
He likes to believe he's not a lonely man at the party
In the bathroom of your house there was snow on all the counters
And gossip in the corners and a racket till late hours
Some strangers brought you flowers and drank all of your beer
We stood around like kings with our slurred philosophies
Everyone's been your main squeeze since and hour ago
We scoured the floor for a pretty girl's earrings at the party
Small talk with a blind date
I'm slammed like a pound cake
Somebody opened up the champagne the Kennedy's were saving
For the ending of the campaign
Damn wait- who's got the broom to clean up?
Who's house is this?
Somebody upchucked that mean stuff
Lets get our party on, get down to the break of dawn
All the static messages we're sending
We are machines, we are machines
Finding outlets for our energy
Zero, one, two, three, zero, one, two, three
Valley Soul another act from the Monterey Bay. I've had the pleasure of playing with them many times. This is their debut EP- funky grooves, tight harmonies... It's all good! Keep an eye out for em. Vincent Randazzo
There's a shortage of real honest-to-dog folksters in our day and age. Jordan Smart is one of them. Here is some music you can believe recorded live at the fantastic Henry Miller Library in Big Sur. Vincent Randazzo
Chris Scharb is a producer an musician. Psychic Temple is one of the many projects he is affiliated with. III is recorded mostly live at BIG EGO Studio and has some killer musicians on board. Dig it. Vincent Randazzo