Sweet Sophia with a crooked smile
Put down the book and look at me awhile
You see creation from your chair
As though it weren't a yellow world out there
Come show me all your sheepskin shirts
I'll show you exactly where it hurts
St Augustine was a crooked man
With a snake tattoo and a sheepskin tan
He saw creation in a feather pen
As though in Jesus was a why or when
She's crying over all his shirts
He knows exactly why it hurts
The Holy Ghost is a fickle beast
It's played my guitar four times at least
From where it comes, can't say I know,
But when it leaves my cabin, it leaves me low
As though the last ones will be the first
In the place within me where it hurts
Sophia disappeared into the deep blue sky
The eagle don't know where and I don't know why
Sweet Sophia with your grin so deep
You haunt my songs, you haunt my sleep
Creation's just a crooked scheme
The world it's just a yellow dream
Your snakeskin savior, your threefold thirst
Will tell you exactly where it hurts
Percussionist and sound artist Riccardo La Foresta joins musician and producer James Ginzburg for a fluid collaborative experiment. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 4, 2024