Fall down sweet leaves, bring me my memories
Of days when these days weren’t the same.
Smell woodsmoke and grease, big boots on smaller feet
When Please Please Me was the rage.
All that time we grew, couldn’t think it through it was all brand new. Climbing in the sunlight, growing up with eyes bright,
Being all and all you were was you.
Smiling, young, and cavalier indeed,
Now we use those shining eyes to see.
Cast down the stream, those fish are your dreams,
Knowing what we’ve been is how we learn to be.
Then we moved on, new songs and deeper wrongs,
Look Mama that’s just woodsmoke on me.
And then faster still, small boots on bigger hills,
And climbing high we’d see it all so easy.
All those times we grew...
(Chorus)
Memories come back to me,
Teach me and let me see, you’re needed
Then once you’ve sown your seed,
Leave me and I’ll move onwards freely.
Bouncy, jangly power pop with a slash of acidic shadow, as the very best twee always has. From Boston, they met at band camp (not Bandcamp). Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 2, 2019