Navigation from MAPLESS by Horse Drawn Cadillac

NAVIGATION ( S Russonello)


I saw Pan take his flute , draw a line in the sand
On one side Trump’s Tower Overseeing wasteland
On the other the 60’s are still alive
What’s it going to look like when we finally arrive ?

Movin’s the remedy for a restless spirit,
Put your ear to the iron and you can hear it
Cause things just fall in place my wayward brother
When you keep putting one hotfoot in front of the other

Climbed the hill, looked post to pale
Beyond the pub and past the jail
Over the river to the swampy fields
OH the delta! WHAT WILL IT YIELD?

Laying down new songlines full of hopes and fears
Over the braided paths of the last several years
Lost relationships from land to ocean
The ghosts of legends keeping us in motion

Cause movin’s the remedy for a restless spirit,
Put your ear to the iron and you can hear it
Cause things just fall in place my wayward brother
When you keep putting one hotfoot in front of the other

Took the shortcut to the cypress trunk
Zig zagged through the swampy gunk
To the secret beer Garden ‘cross River’s Dale
Sweet Succotash - got Snappy Joe outta jail

What chased us down the trail - a rambling affliction
Or Pan and his flute breathing brimstone conviction
To seek what’s wild and can’t be tamed
And feed the addiction for what can’t be named

Climbed the hill, looked post to pale
Beyond the pub and past the jail
Over the river and to the swampy fields
OH the delta -WHAT WILL IT YIELD?

• Blues
• New Orleans
• country blues
• funk
• swamp
• swamp blues
• Sydney