I can’t give you the world
I can’t give you a country
I can’t give you a castle in the sky
or take away all your worries
I can’t give you the sun
the moon the stars or the galaxy
I can’t give you heaven or send away hell
I can’t give you anything but me
It’s the little things that love
and have great expectations
It’s the shortest steps that have
the most tangled navigation
It’s the moment that we live in
and the moment from which we run
all of the steps taken
adding up to none
It’s easy to write a word
making promises that you can’t keep
take us to the most divine landscape
where our imaginations leap
It’s my astute enemy
that skips to second chances
I knew and I denied
those quick and subtle glances
It’s my regretful foe
that chained me to the table
Changed my name every time
I’ve proven unstable
I can’t give you the world
I can’t build you a house of gold
I can’t move mountains or part the red sea
or keep us from growing old
I can’t give you the sun
the moon the stars or the galaxy
I can’t give you heaven or send away hell
I can’t give you anything but me
Big, clanging psych-rock from this Arizona outfit fuses monk-like vocals with slow-winding guitars for songs that feel like strange hymns. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2016