In The Pines

Leif: Vocals, Guitars, Bass
Mark: Banjo
Nico: Drums, Percussion

i was suckin' on a lemon
twenty-four/seven
twenty-four/seven
in the voodoo year
i had a bad jargon
a broken telephone
no place to call home
in the voodoo year
i was a shady enigma
wrapped in a riddle
played second fiddle
in the voodoo year
i was impressed with the things
that we almost did
told myself not to quit
in the voodoo year
held together
by scotch tape and prayers
i was very sad
when she build me a maze
i lost count of the days
in the voodoo year
and i was very glad
when it came to an end
there were rules to amend
in the voodoo year
the way of the pepsi crystal
it went
i tried to repent
in the voodoo year
you have never seen  
a taste like this
it was a hit and a miss
in the voodoo year
in the voodoo year
held together
by scotch tape and prayers
the voodoo year

Voodoo Year

Leif: Guitars, Vocals, Bass, Production
Nico: Drums, Percussion

a cocktail napkin line
'don't be crabby, it's cocktail time'
are we better off
in the garden of a madhouse?
cracks in the armor
attracted to laughs
are your obsessions
adjacent to mine?
lazy jazz and jealous greens
and
frugal days to end
to mend your
soul cherry

Frugal Days To End

to switch something somewhere
so soon so high too soon
to switch somehow and swear
and soak so strong
so sweet so rare
to switch something somewhere
so soon too soon?
coming down and there
so high so sleep so tired
i need something tingling tending
mingling mending
ending everything
so slow so go somewhere

Somewhat

A new song from the upcoming Sad Flags full length "Book Of Sand"

she's sleeping like a pharaoh
on a tomb of secrets
some of which i'll never know
with others i'll be discrete
yeah yeah yeah
no no no
some of which i'll never know
with others i'll be discrete yeah
she's turning like the seasons
in a dream of teeth and flowers
letting go of all good reasons
feeling sand fall through the hours
yeah yeah yeah
no no no
wave goodbye to all good reasons
feeling sand fall through the hours

Sad Flags - Sandfalls

idlin through all angles 
towns they keep on movin 
drones for lazy windmills 
buzzards be all sittin, waitin, wishin 
contra-flowin landscapes 
bugs explodin on the screen 
metaphors of somethin 
or just stains while sittin, waitin, wishin 
you must keep 'em comin 
distance in slow motion 
ears of corn at fast pace 
good guys in the movies 
take action after sittin, waitin, wishin 
levitatin inside 
callin dips on harmony 
waitin on a lil' girl 
or a boy just sittin, waitin, wishin 
you must keep 'em comin

Book Of Sand

Sad Flags - Keep 'em Comin

a pearl in a clam
in the depths of blue
a sayin' in a clich'
ringing suddenly true 
the apocalypse inside
a kinkade print
these are hidden things
these are hidden things
come to think of it
they are underneath
and with infinity at hand
hid in a pile of sand
in a pile of sand

Sad Flags - Hidden Things

good morning we love you
in emerald aisles
coins of sunlight 
fall through the trees
begging you please
to consider it all
onto logical ant lines 
you see
down on your knees
it'll never end

Book of Sand

Sad Flags - Onto Logical Ant Lines

There's Always Something Lumbering Within
Take It Out
Remember Empty Bottles Spin
It's Always Better With You Around
Now
Put It Back Into My Flexible Bag
Put In In My Flexible Bag

FLÏRT - Flexible Bag

nothin' like before
error 404
what you're lookin' for
isn't here anymore
corazon d'or
error 404
what you're lookin' for
isn't there anymore
no lock, no key, no door
error 404
what you're lookin' for
isn't here anymore
a heart to set ashore
error 404
what you're lookin' for
isn't there anymore