Neon sun is shining, motel in air.
Systematic victims will greet you there.
Well done and creeping, lizards dressed their best
Beg to make acquaintance with the latest guest.
It’s a confusing world. Tell us what’s on your mind.
Hit that letter, hit that number.
Buck and a quarter I’ve got to recover.
Silhouettes are pacing, Friar’s Room is hell
Pleasantly erasing its clientele.
Air conditioned, H.B.O., color TV, remote control.
We all get along if we all learn to play our proper roles.
It’s a confusing world. Tell us what’s on your mind.
No, you will never recover
Your driver’s license from the night staff at the Padre Trail
No, you will never recover
Your identity from the night staff at the Padre Trail.
supported by 20 fans who also own “It's A Confusing World”
Almost impossible to pick a favorite track here, this album demands listening front-to-back, and loudly. I wish these guys would regroup for round two someday, but I'm grateful they got together at all. Mark Agne