Green, my intentions were sane
But murmurous
The murmurings
The soft boys will break
They said possibly you
Lack the honesty
To begin with my sweet
Now aint that a woman
He said now I don’t care
Oh hold the idea in your head
Cus transient don’t cover it
It’s just gone,
The party is all that’s left
And I admire your unlit cigarette
Defend, her manners made sense
But promises
All the promises
Yeah who knows what she meant
They said probably
It is meant to be
People fit where they’re found
But why then does Attis
Climb up out the ground
Oh hold the idea in your head
Cus transient don’t even cover it
It’s just gone
But the party is still going on
I like that look can I join you,
Wanna make some smoke in here,
You belong on the pages of the world
The latest from Sonny Smith's long-running San Francisco outfit is clever and very sweet and more than a little bit country. Bandcamp Album of the Day Aug 3, 2021