Down by the docks in the dead of the winter, where I saw your face in the swirl of the water, I was so damn tired and I saw a freezing fire. Tumbled down off of the railing, in the Hudson Bay my lungs were wailing as they filled with ice, and I saw the light. O, Camelot, you were Guinevere I was Lancelot. My point is blunt, must every Arthur have his sword? Drawn by subway steam, or was it dragon's breath that drew you into me?
You with eyes that glint full of emerald, call me on and I'm in another world. Salty brine spilling in my spinning mind. Now I know that that was the end of me. Here reborn I am my own enemy. In courts of kings and a weary jester sings: O, Calydon, where Merlin dreamed of stolen gold. And I'm growing old. But still I hear you calling on and on.
If these dreams had wheels, they would drive all night,
into the city, to the avenue, beneath the streetlight,
where I held you tight.
from Keepin' The Family,
released June 22, 2016
Singing, acoustic guitar — Cicada Head
Trumpet — George Maher
Electric guitar — Russell Gottlieb
Bass — Joey G.
Drums — Mike Winnicki