Caught red-handed, she says that her man is a matador
Blood on the sand but none on the hands of a matador
Taking a chance on a woman whose man is a matador
Blood on the sand but none on the hands of a-
Forbidden fruit always tastes so sweet
She was a lonely bride
If I am Adam, she's my New Year's Eve
A resolution with no leaves turned
[Chorus]
The matador appears by chance
Crushing all hopes of new romance
Wearing a crown of thorns as I left his sight
But the girl remains in mine
Forbidden fruit always tastes so sweet
She was a lonely bride
These lads know making a recording needs love and dedication, similar to cooking a lasagna. Well structured songs, solid drum and bass section and thoughtful lyrics. Cascades
Dreamy, intricate guitar pop from Oakland's Absent City; splashes of accordion, sitar, lap steel, and mandolin add textural richness. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 26, 2020