The Richard Lamy Aspect's lyrics & chords

"In a rural psychedelia, full of paisleys and flock, a young man sits and, upon every hour, twenty carriage clocks send their ball bearings buzzing. The young man is me. I am sitting over manuscript and scribbled artifact decyphering my thoughts from the scrawls of my past. I scratch a dry, straw-lake sideburn and send flakes of skin falling like a settling snow shaker. The papers i scrutinize are melodies and lyrics: songs from the past; songs that have been pitched to various bands that i have involved myself with; songs which, occasionally...read more