the dusk flicks her broom into the corners
down at La Musée Mechanique
he stops by the Regina music box
and brushes his hand against it.
if you pour enough time in a bottle, some stays
if you pour enough time in a bottle, some stays
come share this glass
Here in the gallery of mistakes
we sip them and savor their tang
time's blown all their weapons like buds from a rose
all that remains is their fragrance
if you pour enough time in a bottle, some stays
if you pour enough time in a bottle, some stays
come share this glass with me.
the doors have been closed and the public's gone home
the winds carries salt in to see it
they stand
you don't know the options 'til after you choose
you don't know the price 'til you've paid
if you pour enough time in a bottle, some stays
if you pour enough time in a bottle, some stays
if you pour enough time in a bottle, some stays
if you pour enough time in a bottle,
the quarter drops, the circuits close and start the motor
the slider moves and turns a cam and spins the ratchet
a pawl descends, a mouth snaps shut, a hand makes a familiar gesture
exactly the way that you want to remember
he straightens a gilt-edged, hand-lettered label by
the display of embroidered dubloon
the wind lifts a souvenir over the rail
and the waves carry it far away
A vibrant vision of "Central Americana" from the Costa Rica-based artist, blending heartland devotionals with playful Tropicália grooves. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 27, 2022