Piano Magic
snow drums
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Three on the backseat as we drive home from rehearsal
There's snow on the drums
The snare shudders like a cold ghost between my mittens
In the trunk, guitars slide like dead over dead
It's stopped snowing, we think we see foxes
I breathe a canvas on the window to write your name on the landscape
The sky is a gray flint from coast to coast with birds frozen in
Magic Trees share the dashboard with a Playdoh Jesus
Grapelli and Reinhardt lock horns on the radio
I draw a black skull on my jeans, Not thinking, through to the skin
The headlamps come on at five
I miss you bad
- Album:
- Closure
- Set Your Clock By Your Heart (A Piano Magic Best Of)
- Miscellaneous
- Popular Mechanics
- Low Birth Weigh
- Writers Without Homes
- Ovations
- Set Your Clock by Your Heart (Best Of)
- Disaffected
- I Came to Your Party Dressed as a Shadow
- Heart Machinery - A Piano Magic Retrospective (2001-2008)
- Never It Will Be the Same Again
- The Troubled Sleep of Piano Magic
- Saint Marie EP
- Green Ufos, Sevilla, Hace 10 Años
- Heart Machinery
- Momentos 2003
- Home Recordings
- Life Has Not Finished With Me Yet
- Static Waves