Tonight the wind it sings a lonely song
Unlikely friends they'll never meet
This act is ending soon
And the narrative is strange enough
it's far too much for me
And she can't watch anymore
It's not the same as it was before
Morning washes us ashore
This is it for you I'm sure
She thinks that time itself is equal to
The knowledge gained
I disagree
And I won't keep wasting time wandering
If I've become something I hate
Oh no I won't
And she can't watch anymore
It's not the same as it was before
Morning washes us ashore
This is it for you I'm sure
And maybe one day I'll let you into my head
It's not as easy as you think
Like so many others, this came like a bolt out of the blue and, even though it's well before payday, I had to have this astonishing album on vinyl to prove it exists. The feel of the tunes makes me feel like the Impressions do, Curtis Mayfield, the big spaces and instinctive horns and stuff drifting in and out. Great grooves and I can see lots of ghosts nodding along to this with big smiles on their faces. At last! Anthony Cottrell