Careful, I have been burned to death’s front door
I’m loads of photographs taken on the way from war
Well who would find me in a fire? Who could find me in a flood?
With all the angels out for hire,
I’ve never been one, never the one, never the one to miss things
Well at least before you make a scene, could you give off smoke like a fire breathes a warning that we all can read and duck and run for cover
I’m a shell-shocked man in this fucking race, the tires shred on eggshells
face the music, face the facts in the case
it was over before it started
I’m stuck on you tonight when everyone’s after me
Every time, never know what will be, with secrets that I can’t keep
Winged Wheel anchor their Space Age grooves in rock, the muscle of drum and bass and guitar undergirding wild flights of fancy. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 3, 2024