Something followed us
Centralia down to Castle Rock
Caught a ride, won the roll, started in with naming names,
And in the end-- it just gave right out
Started noticing, it wasn’t too predictable
When playing games the rules would change
And everyone would just sort of give right out
You know
This was never authorized
It got written up
But was never realized
And by the time the next state line
Turned up on our map, and rolled under our wheels,
there was quite a scene, that left quite a mess
An albatross around a neck, a twisted rabbit’s foot a lock of some kind stranger’s baby hair
Tethered to missing rearview mirror
All at once
Out the door and back again
All good men
Following the caravan
Every boy
Deserves a piece of cake
An extra spin
Don’t forget the Novocaine
Meanwhile the miles miss the wrecking ball
Quiet chess sets sitting on the edge of their zebra seats
Venice Beach to Pasadena
Bakersfield to Joshua Tree
Ventura strip malls close real early
Don’t forget to time it right—keep your cash pocket handy
When the red light shows up the next time
You can’t walk a straight line
No matter what’s been chosen
Every boy
Deserves a little piece of cake
A bonus replay
An extra shot of Novocaine
And it might be too late, it just might be too late
All at once
Out the door and back again
All good men
Following the caravan
You know
This was never authorized
It got written up
But won’t come back the next time
Hypnotic and texturally dense post-punk wound around elemental grooves from Vulture Feather, featuring members of Wilderness. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 13, 2023