oh my head is cold in the new york wind
will you kne-el down paul, hold it in your hands
fun-ny it should be you I am cal-ling
we were e-ne-mies as much as we were friends
can't find a ti-tle
must find a ti-tle 'fore long
to this new and last song
re-mem-ber when we were lads
we used to dream of dy-ing on the stage one night
in all the con-certs we had
though we came close at times we ne-ver died
this is a street but hey
after all the world is a stage
as dear old wil-lie would say
Here I go for the real mystery tour
Happiness is a warm gun, yeah, not so sure
can't find a ti-tle
must find a ti-tle 'fore long
to this new and last song
‘Wish I knew what to do know now
Just sight and say oh well we’re only born to die ?
Or turn and look at our lives ?
Did we do wrong ? do right ? just do alright ?
You search the truth and all
You’re really only very small
As dear old Georgie would say
These two young men over there
With smiling eyes and tired guitars
Will they just change the world round
Or simply go through life playing guitar ?
Psychedelic, soft-focus dance grooves abound on the new one from Austin artist Dorio, full of limber riffs and gentle vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable May 6, 2023