A rock song with a persistent edge about the search for a loved one.
keyboards
instrumentals
sonar
gary carlson
snohomish
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Story behind the song
Gary Carlson - All instruments, backing vocals, & drum programming
Dave Carlson - Lead & backing vocals
Lyrics
Hippie trail droppings on the path of my love
Picking up the pieces wearing rubber gloves
Looking for a signal, something I can use
False transparencies of things we use to do
I Look stop and listen, something's in the air
Tap me on the shoulder, feelings familiar
Thinking in disorder, another wasted day
Abandoned Commune, they never seem to stay
Familiar writings on the wall, she can’t hear my call
Roaming through an abandoned commune
Hoping she will turn up soon… where?
Prim and proper flower changed with the season
Always growing outward, picked for no reason
Like a bird on my sill you stayed after the rest
Now you’ve up and gone and left our cozy nest
So leave me another message like a blanket on a hill
Or a sweet harmonica blowing in an old run down mill
I must be getting close, my nerves begin to twitch
Another abandoned commune, another abandoned b***