I'm gonna slip in my marigold, my marigold of wire.
The sky's got me coming undone and I'm blood in the bayou.
You don't know where I've come from tonight,
So sing a fable and rip out all my lies.
I'm looking into my marigold, my marigold's blind eye.
The sky saw me sipping alone now I'm throwing up ice.
But I don't think that you're alone enough,
Your dreams are strung within my baring bluff. is that enough?
I'm gonna get you my marigold, my merry golden bride.
My old girl's a murderer dying to eat me alive,
But I don’t think that she’s alone tonight.
Let's sing a fable and rip out all our lies.
from Scenes Of The Tourist,
released January 13, 2017
Written by Kyle Wall
Featuring Shane O'Hara (percussion), Dave Speranza (upright bass)