as the sun beats down my neck my forehead beads up in sweat and the earth that i till won’t conceive
i go about my day knowing all will pass away and the end i will remain just as i am
yet and still i’m holding on to you
it happens all the time in the smoke rings of my mind i am famished in this field where i stand
even with all of the stress you’re my love and happiness and in the end i will remain just as i am
chorus:
yet and still i’m holding on to you
with nothing left to do but receive
how am i supposed to make it through
when the reason for my work you don’t believe
it happens all the time in the smoke rings of my mind i am famished in this field where i stand
even with all of the stress you’re my love and happiness and in the end i will remain just as i am
chorus:
yet and still i’m holding on to you
with nothing left to do but receive
how am i supposed to make it through
when the reason for my work you don’t believe
Like so many others, this came like a bolt out of the blue and, even though it's well before payday, I had to have this astonishing album on vinyl to prove it exists. The feel of the tunes makes me feel like the Impressions do, Curtis Mayfield, the big spaces and instinctive horns and stuff drifting in and out. Great grooves and I can see lots of ghosts nodding along to this with big smiles on their faces. At last! Anthony Cottrell