Written and composed by Jack Hastings and Spencer Kimball #folk #indiefolk #swamprock #folkrock

Snakepit Dandelion stepped on a land mine Tasted like mercury salt and turpentine Went for a drive and never came back Left me a note on the railroad track

Chorus: Johnny, she said, you’ll never be true No matter how much love I give to you I’ve had enough of your dirty little lies Me leaving you ain’t no surprise

Glycerine soft machine dancing on a mainspring Singing ‘bout the good times, living in a daydream Went around the bend in the hurricane wind Found her at the station and she did it again

Revelation at last, conundrum at the impasse Eviscerated inside, a happy little homicide Dancin’ at The Terpsichore, a calibrated semaphore Calculated gaslight obvious in hindsight