Album Notes

Quality is hard to find, or is it, or what is it? A band was formed and diminished, and how many times can you find someone better? Why is it men are supposed to go down with the ship? Someone is all about ships. The waitress at the New Indian Garden wanted us to leave our table, though they still hadn’t returned our credit cards. From a rock of an island you can hear the engine of a ship humming behind the pines. The stars are out, and science is just descriptional. But it serves our every purpose. To eat or be eaten, that’s all, and all is politics, love but an illusion. Can’t we just spend the night?

“I can’t even remember whose eyes it is I remember.”