On and on, she sings a melody that lasts forever
All alone, I can't believe I found the hidden treasure
And while the world was silent sleeping
She'd rest her head upon my shoulder
And I promised her tomorrow
I'll be here, I'll be here, I'll be...
On and on, she said the she had faith in something bigger
All along, she tries to lead me through a hidden forest
Though the darkness did surround us
We were on the path to freedom
So we locked our hands together and carried on
carried on, carried...
On and on, and in the morning time I watch her stirring
All alone, I swear that I could watch her sleep forever
With the sunlight on her pillow, giving her a golden halo. She looks just like a holy angel, deep in prayer, deep in prayer...on and on
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth
Spacious, psych-tinged indie rock from Philly; painting in blurry watercolors (but not without percussive headiness). Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 16, 2016