What are you,
But a part of a star?
Floating on in time and space
Sand on my toes,
Salty in my nose,
Pleasantly awoken here, right here,
Some nights the path ain’t clear
And I know (and I know) what is will be from here
The music will be the cure
To keep groovin’ (groovin’) groovin’ on I’m sure
How much do you,
Know about yourself?
Floating on in time and space
Guitar on my lap,
Ache in my bones,
Drifting into sleep now
Thoughts unknown
Some nights the path ain’t clear
And I know (and I know) what is will be from here
The music will be the cure
To keep groovin’ (groovin’) groovin’ on I’m sure
Where is it,
The Broken road,
A scene I imagine
Far so far away
Well there is not too little time,
Left here,
For the road,
For the road can be repaved
Some nights the path ain’t clear
And I know (and I know) what is will be from here
The music will be the cure
To keep groovin’ (groovin’) groovin’ on I’m sure
This massive compilation from Marvin Tate's Chicago ensemble is funny, wildly eclectic, and bursting with energy. Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 3, 2022