She’s too hot to handle
I can’t hold a candle to her
She’s got all the angles
Bells go jangling, cat’s got to purr
She pulled the worm from the apple
My head’s against the anvil again
Guess I’m a prime example
if you kept to the corral
then when nobody’s sitting in the saddle
you just stand and wait
Thought I’d get more than just a handful
She left a little web but not enough to tangle
I see her watermark
on every thought I’ve got
Was it ever true I knew
how to keep my cool just a little?
Stark, folk-derived songs built on brittle acoustic guitars that conjure the image of a fire burning in the distance on a dark night. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 8, 2022