I know you're somewhere else tonight
You turn to me and lie, tell me everything's alright
But I know he ripped right through you like a
Cannonball, left a hole too big to ignore
No matter how you try.
But you try
You spend your days, coffee and wasted time
And no one knows or sees all these little crimes
But you
After all, you turned your heart into a
Cannonball, colder harder than it was before
The day that I met you
I've got your number dear
And I plan on playing it
Oh look, cause you've come so far
Paper dolls, colored walls
To this beautiful thing you are
After all, this world is just a spinning cannonball
Cold and lonely in a black hole
Until you lift your head and try, and you try.
Nick Piunti's third album confirms the idiosyncratic talent of this musician who keeps churning out fantastic power-pop tunes that would rejoice even the most jaded pop-rock fan, whether young or old, if they knew about the existence of 'Beyond the Static'. POPPHIL
XTC had their moment in time...this recording extends it...Full of small, tight , quirky songs it juz rolls along. Recommended but maybe only for XTC fans.. cwhitney
Decent homage to what I consider one of the finest English (as in region in south of British Isles, rather than language or mistaken term for entire UK) Folk records of the Twentieth century. Shaggy Maggot