Dragging the Past Behind Me – Words and music by Phil Klahn
I said “Goodbye” to an old friend and I
Swear I felt no remorse
With the lethal power of a dying flower
Staring down at the corpse
Send me a little sympathy
Not like I need it
A hear a tiny symphony
And it’s playing just for me
Dragging the past behind me
Picking up speed
Dragging the past behind me
But it can’t touch me any more
It can’t touch me any more
Now I stare in the glass at a ghost from the past
I swear I just don‘t know
As the future surrounds me, confuses, confounds me
And what do I have to show?
I reconnect my tattered soul
Think I might need it
You’re talking like a funeral
And you say it’s just not me
Dragging the past behind me
My faithful friend
Dragging the past behind
But you can’t touch me any more
You can’t touch me any more
You can't touch me any more
You can’t touch me now
Dragging the past behind me
Caught in the web
Dragging the past behind me
But you can’t touch me any more
You can’t touch me any more
You can't touch me any more
You can’t touch me now
California group Floral combines dizzying guitar work with frenetic drumming for head-spinning, deeply complex post-rock. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 19, 2020