Banister Canister from Big Black by Music Of 25

Tow the line! Tow the line
Our anchor barely holds
Against the unknown mold, against the fray
I've got to go, I've got to go
Simple declarations
I can't stand that York Creek exit anymore
Think it's time for me to leave
I travel light

Re-ignition, I'm taking back what's mine
Will you leave my side?
Spin dimension, always waiting for a sign
With nothing more than a try

Driving down on 35
Another crossroad, a different view
The horizon that belonged to Mabel
This old chore is now something new

Let's slow this hill country drive down
Put the time in a freeze
Slow down to eternal seconds
Cheat the rarity of this space and breathe

You know how I like my harbingers Holly
Like that first scent of Spring
Captive space, looking at Las Meninas
I'm keeping the callouses, I'm keeping them for me

Re-ignition, I'm taking back what's mine
Will you leave my side?
Print editions, with never an easy line
No more space to hide
So we ride, we ride

• Alternative
• Independent Rock
• experimental
• math rock lite
• post rock
• Austin