Plymouth Rock - John Vanderslice

tuwaitha on a moonless night

blacked out, except for the street fires

my first raid, made up like a shawnee brave,

I even had my head shaved

when we jumped off the deck

white bullets tore right through my neck

I lost the reason

I lost the reason I’m here

grabbed my throat, heart pumped blood flow

until my clothes were crimson soaked

body was wet, collapsing down

I lay there as the guns blazed around

sew me up again

get me out of here

I lost the reason

I lost the reason I’m here

jv: acoustic and electric guitar, arp odyssey, rhodes

alex decarville: drums

john hofer: drums

scott solter: acoustic, electric, and ebowed guitar,

percussion, boxharp, tape manipulation, landscapes