No rights: homage to a song whose lyrics are still hard for me to make out after jamming this track for many years.
There is a certain mood that was made for this song.
It is here, today, on this slippery Sunday morning.
It reminds me of two words:
Hi-wa-itck: a Mohave tradition concerning lovesickness that is associated with insomnia, anxiety, light depression, and loss of appetite.
Front of center: (archery) the weight of an arrow tip that determines the penetration of the intended target.
/Lightly as we go.
I got ya hand inside my…
And where it ends nobody knows/
/So tell me what I’m supposed
When all my thoughts get wrapped up in you/
/Was like an engine sucking steam
Just letting it slide/
/Just like your smile is so alive.
A bow and arrow shot you…/
\Ahhhhhh let it go!/