Celebrate the syndrome that touches all I see
There's a leaden raincloud hovering over me
If you like food and shelter, be prepared to crawl
‘Cause that old Kentucky Zebra, sixty inches tall
Now I hear tell of children with heads for telephones
And I've seen supermodels poached for pheromones
But one thing I've never seen is what I don't recall
That old Kentucky Zebra, sixty inches tall
Now I've never hopped a turnstile, and I've never skipped a beat
And I've never jumped to a conclusion I could not delete
Stood up sideways on the Gravitron and I got sick
But that old Kentucky Zebra, thirty inches thick
So slap a supercilious smile on your face
And tell those folks in congress you're happy with this place
When I think of all the fractured friendships unresolved
That old Kentucky Zebra, sixty inches tall
Sometimes life seems so shitty, and oh so meaningless
And no one's there to help you, and you barely exist
And though those things are often true, the story, that ain't all
That old Kentucky Zebra, sixty inches tall
That old Kentuck Zebra, sixty inches tall
Two mind-expanding epics that clock in at 17 minutes apiece and blend drone, ambient, shoegaze, and traditional Indian music. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 12, 2023