There was no sympathy within the marshal’s eyes
We tried to reason but his ignorance did thrive
It makes no sense; the evidence was growing on our face
Life in space jail, we must make our escape
(Make our escape)
Now here we are, space truckin’ fugitives
Forced to comb the galaxy to find a place to live
Surely going to die out here admiring the stars
A stroke of good luck, the gravity well of Mars
(Well of Mars)
Red-haired Martian, botanical buzz
Higher than I ever was
Neon greon, Tharsis thick resin
Nothing quite this magical on Space Station 11, baby
Now we race past Phobos, entering the atmosphere
Barely miss Olympus Mons and crash into a glacier
Peering out a tinted port, surprised at what we find
A stinky dank, A healthy growth of a different kind
(Different kind)
Smoke, Get High
credits
from The Clowns Have Spoken,
track released June 13, 2017
Gravato, Nuzzo, Pascale, Solensky
supported by 5 fans who also own “Galactic Fugitives”
Something about the heavy desert rock of the south west that sets a unique tone in a sea of sameyness. The Texas stoner metal veterans, Brother Strange come locked and loaded with gun smoking riffs high on Mexican drugs. The dusty groove swoons with a greasy Monster Magnet grace. Bucky
If you're going to go out in apocalyptic style you might want to have the 40 minute title track playing loud at your side. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 12, 2013
supported by 5 fans who also own “Galactic Fugitives”
Fantabulous Stoner Instrumental by my paisans from the old country. Perfect for a nice long cruise down the highway. Watch out for those speeding tickets. The Midnight Toker.