Goodnight from Fall by Chris Shepard

The moon is there to remind us
That the Sun's around the bend

Goodnight
Goodnight

I'll see you in the morning
After we play in our dreams

Goodnight
Goodnight
Goodnight
Goodnight

And when we rise, we’ll ride that nightmare down
And swim our souls to watering holes
On the outskirts of town
Until we say goodnight
Goodnight…
Until we say Goodnight
Goodnight…

The Moon…The Moon
Wicked, crazy mellow in its intermittent ambiance, holding our souls in her bosom until the smell of the mundane engines of modernity overcomes the cool morning dew.

We seek to dream and wake no more. Until the Sun brings news of a new day, we lay, drifting, Drifting

But the Moon…the Moon is full! The Moon is full!

Forsake the words of long dead men and surrender distraction.
Follow flow and commune with the oasis.
There is infinitely more than all of your earthly idols.
So close your eyes, drift, floating upward into the stream, walking barefoot through time.
Now take flight until the ultraviolet dawn.
Summerland is just beyond the black hole.
Recorded in the echoes of the confessions of long dead sinners
What the crow caws in the morning, he caws all day.

• Rock
• acousticrock
• alternativerock
• experimental
• singer-songwriter
• Roanoke