acoustic
folk
experimental
gothic
tom waits
gwar
kurt cobain
voltaire
dave brockie
Lyrics
An old country roads extending before me, before her
Leaves scatter with the chatter of October.
She and Grandpa would go into town
The sky hung above, a blanket of clouds.
And I went down to the waterfront
I saw a Punch N Judy show
Little Sis has a Sarsaparilla
And I had a Pumpkin ice cream cone.
Her birthday was just around the corner, not more than a week --
And coincidentally she sound a skeleton key.
She could ignore the footsteps in the attic for the day
And Grandma would bake her a cake.
We watched the field of wheat swagger
We chased mother with jovial laughter.
A Sarsaparilla for whatever may be in the attic up there
A Sarsaparilla still waits for my Sister at the foot of the stairs.
A journey to that cobwebbed place, dense with folklore
4 and 20 Sarsaparilla bottles littered the floor.
And an antiquated mirror shimmering somehow in the lightlessness
And there within its reflective gaze I swore I saw her face.