A thousand times before I’ve made the hour trip
Through the sheltered wooded hills, then westward to the pit
A pilgrimage of sort since the year of ‘96
Never have I been known to forego of a chance like this
As day turned to night we saw the skyline as it rose
We took now to the streets as we hastened our approach
Others waved their flag, the journey’s end was near
But never could we have know that this night would live on for years
Respect is earned from actions in hard times
But after what you displayed never will you hold mine
History repeated, I’ve seen it happen before
From icons grow egos, then we’ll see what you stand for
My stomach began to turn all but half way through the night
As a crowd began to form I knew that something wasn’t right
In one swift move the battle lines were drawn
And the message was loud and clear as to which side you were on
The scene looked familiar as you’ve been here before
The name you remembered well but the faces are a blur
You were quick to catch a breath as you stumbled through your words
But there’s nothing you had to offer that we hadn’t already heard
So when the evening’s end had come and you made your retreat
Were you to scared of a fight or to proud for defeat
As a crowd formed to wait on fair and level ground
Much to our dismay you were nowhere to be found
Specializing in bright, sunny "bedroom rock español," this Brooklyn singer-songwriter puts a unique spin on lo-fi music. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 18, 2024