PETROLHEAD from MATCHES by Steve Smyth
Ode to summer, pink moons and highways “PETROLHEAD” from the forthcoming record “matches”
Tracklist
| 2. | PETROLHEAD | 4:12 |
Lyrics
I got a petrol head
no brakes to my lips
This room clicks but no soul in it
Only you
the pouring light to your face
One city minute never to wait
Dreaming
up for days
This wheel’s on fire
Playing these roulette games
Taste the fumes
Take me anywhere
Light it up, let it ride
Light it up
Turn it up
Let it ride
Lick it out
Let it be your cool
kite hand to your grace
Colours in you
Chrome bitter and twist
Oil silk to your kiss
Turn it up
Let it ride
Light it up
Let it roll
Credits
License
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Australian singer/songwriter Steve Smyth blends a variety of influences into his earthy, soulful sound. From the bar room grit of Tom Waits to the wistful melancholia of Jeff Buckley. Smyth grew up travelling the country and was constantly surrounded by music. He took to guitar early, and was playing solo and in bands by his teenage years, taking in a mix of folk, blues and rock.