Always look like sailors
I let'em pass right through me
I got my legs in behind dreams
I let'em come right through me
These West Village bars
I drink 'till I'm dead
And then I take it too far
And now I'm off of my head
My bridge and tunnel will carry me home
You never know if they'll give you
The bug never leaves you
The doors keep crashing
The doors they keep crashing
Always talk like sailors
I let the night pass right through me
Oh I wouldn't know
I'm just a king with an empty court
Oh I wouldn't know
I'm just a ship that's left rusting at port
The doors keep crashing
The doors they keep crashing
The city don't care if you come when it rains
Invisible scars to wash off your hands at the back of the train
Minneapolis-based songwriter and novelist Dan Hornsby makes warm, wobbly guitar pop following the narrative of a hapless lost decade. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 9, 2024
Rundgren-esque rock with big hooks and a hint of the baroque, recommended for fans of Jon Brion and post-Kill Rock Stars Elliott Smith. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 20, 2024