Lindsey from Kay Louden by Kay Louden

I wanna be like Lindsey
Petting zoo in my yard.
Hula hoop around my waist,
Orbiting around a star.
There's a landfill in my foyer,
Yet I feel so empty.
I wanna burn it in a field
And dance around it like Lindsey.

She's got cattle eyes and a coffee stare coordinating properly with her hair.
You don't see her everyday but you see her everywhere.
Demeanor of a foal and grace of a mare.

She gently quenches the soil with a watering can. Raising a bed of properly fed purple yams.
From the house shows at Mary Lewe's to one of Joey's brouhahas.
Safe to assume when she walks in the room, the angels sing "ohlala-la-la."

• Experimental
• instrumental
• jazz
• noise
• punk
• rock
• Owensboro