Bandit 65 from Biodiesel by Brittle Brian

Your hair a wave of time past
A style that you'd better own
And your ear color of sea foam
Valley beauty, your face isn't calm

Your pockmarks are craters for love,
with a depth that I'll never touch
And the air between warming up
Dirty dog, a friend from above

:Oo oo oo oo
oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo:

When your thoughts are stiff from the fall,
do you have the wherewithall
to keep warm your safety cave?
Mystic chef, you do have the tools

I can hear your footsteps creeping up,
A rumble a racket of love
And a memory you can put to test
Yucca Mountain information sponge

I don't know but you look like someone
with gold fillings, teeth from the gods

I don't know but you look like someone
with gold fillings, teeth from the gods

• Soundtrack
• sparse
• wet
• Philadelphia