Back Alleys – Words and music by Phil Klahn
There’s moment in time, with an air of clarity
When you say “The world is mine”, in complete sincerity
And you believe it’s true, your head split open
With the things you’ll do, if they’d only let you
Innocence and honesty falling through the cracks
Ignorance and apathy racing down the track
When you travel the back alleys
No one sees your shadow
No one wonders why
When you hide in the dark alleys
No one hears the lie
It’s a point of endless pride, my one claim to fame
A sign an ocean wide, my birthright, my name
And I believe it’s true, my heart wide open
And when the train is due, I’ll jump right in
Searching through the residue
Sifting through ashes
Resurrected dreams come true
Rising from the ashes
Innocence and honesty falling through the cracks
Ignorance and apathy racing down the track
When you travel the back alleys
No one sees your shadow
No one wonders why
When you hide in the dark alleys
No one hears you
Rising from the ashes
Now, it’s time to choose
Sifting through the ashes
I win, we lose, You win, we lose
Ya we lose, ya we lose
When you travel the back alleys
No one sees your shadow
Ya we lose
When you travel the back alleys
No one wonders why
Ya we lose
When you travel the back alleys
No one hears the lie
California group Floral combines dizzying guitar work with frenetic drumming for head-spinning, deeply complex post-rock. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 19, 2020