I'm in the midst of a deep delve into the
West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band which inspires this post.
Vol 3. starts off with the beautiful folk harmonies of
'Eighteen Is Over The Hill' followed by the properly country tinged
'In The Country' in which it's opening lyrics strikingly state
'San Francisco is dead / in LA no one's in the street'. The rest of the album then slowly descends into arranged madness. Or perhaps it was rearranged madness as the original sleeve track listing was different than what was actually on record. There are plenty of memorable moments throughout, but the strange lyrics of
Bob Markley really come to full blossom on side 2 with the
title track's haunting harmonies and trippy electric sitar sounds.
'After the doors of many strange rooms have been bolted and locked
when you come back dragging your day dreams behind you
I'll give you a new shiny face and a yellow brick road
The rest of the world is wrong, don't let anyone change you.'
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