The legend is told of the man on the hill
He kept pushing that rock with all of his will
He gathered his strength without hint of a doubt
And he never gave up, the time just ran out
The legend is gone, the legend is gone, all gone
The legend is gone, but his legend, his legend lives on
The story is shared, a heroine of old
Who was facing the wrath of a multitude cold
With her back to the wall, face to the skies
She planted her feet, and looked them all the in the eyes
The legend is gone, the legend is gone, all gone
The legend is gone, but her legend, her legend lives on
Legends keep giving when hope is a dying art
Told to the living, memories that never depart
A dear friend of mine, world coming apart
Determined to hold on to his thankful heart
He said, “I’ve had such blessings, and I have them still.”
No, he never forgot, and I never will
The legend is gone, the legend is gone, all gone
The legend is gone, but his legend, his legend lives on
California group Floral combines dizzying guitar work with frenetic drumming for head-spinning, deeply complex post-rock. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 19, 2020