she’s got silver streaks in a cloud of hair/ up up i whirl to a sweet nowhere/ yeah she’s
my girl and we just don’t care/ about what sprouts from her roots a grey head we shall
share/ they make her look so wise, wiser than her years /lord she’s got so much in
between her ears/ sometimes I feel like a child in her midst cause my lady’s got e-x-
perience /my my she’s the one who puts me in my place, try now she can’t lose vision,
style or taste/ my my she’s the one, I want no time to waste/ silver lines our faces, lucky
bare our fate
Recorded in a shipping container, the Australian artist's quirky second album is a love letter to 70’s classic rock, folk, and psychedelia. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 15, 2023