Plymouth Rock Songtext
von John Vanderslice

Tuwaitha on a moonless night
Blacked out, except for the street fires

My first raid, made up like a shawnee brave,
I even had my head shaved

When we jumped off the deck
White bullets tore right through my neck

I lost the reason
I lost the reason I'm here

Grabbed my throat, heart pumped blood flow
Until my clothes were crimson soaked


Body was wet, collapsing down
I lay there as the guns blazed around

Sew me up again
Get me out of here

I lost the reason
I lost the reason I'm here

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Jv: acoustic and electric guitar, arp odyssey, rhodes
Alex decarville: drums
John hofer: drums
Scott solter: acoustic, electric, and ebowed guitar,
Percussion, boxharp, tape manipulation, landscapes