"Toss me your camera.
Let’s find you a picture frame.
We’ll pick our way back down the path,
the one along which you came."
I’ve requested my freedom in writing.
It’s scratched across your marble floor
for when gravity is too much to bear
and you feel yourself stiffen.
I had put my stale worries inside
so that there would be no chance
for these infinite thoughts of my ceiling
to get in the way.
And with the canyon below us
I was struck by the romance
of a place that could make you believe
that your fortunes could change.
I’m sinking my teeth into gold
and I’m watching the mystery unwind,
hunting for scraps of your time,
‘cause I can’t get you off of my mind.
As we walked the pedestrian boulevard,
we lay out our new plan
to protect us from petty mistakes
in the grips of a foreign land.
"You could’ve staved off our ruin
and turned to the east,
I could see you there.
But at the end of the day,
We rose from the dead.”
I’m sinking my teeth into gold
and I’m watching the mystery unwind,
hunting for scraps of your time,
‘cause I can’t get you off of my mind.
Well if I am to trust in your tolerance
for things that you can’t see,
like the currents I tend to resist,
I’ll need you to follow me.
You know that I could dissolve
my exotic, ambivalent empire’s gate
but I shrink as you stand there, smoking grass,
and you try to remember the last thing that you were looking for.
And now you ask me for more,
as if you’re childish contempt’s just a system
to get what you need.
And like you’re stoic attempts to be certain,
it’s led you to me.
I’m sinking my teeth into gold
and I’m watching the mystery unwind,
hunting for scraps of your time,
‘cause I can’t get you off of my mind.
I cast you a spell.
And you called for someone to come lift it.
It turns out you needed it more
than you had foreseen.
We sat ‘round the fire
and talked about what makes us different
from people who get all their color from TV screens.
I’m sinking my teeth into gold
and I’m watching the mystery unwind,
hunting for scraps of your time,
‘cause I can’t get you off of my mind.
Working with Florist member Rick Spataro, Eva Louise Goodman delivers buoyant compositions that run the gamut of psych-pop, girl group, and folk. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 23, 2023