Stokeswood: Music

• MP3 play whole song, hi-fi (broadband)

Adam Patterson: Vox, Acoustic Guitar
Craig Genreau: Hand Sonic
Jon Joiner: Drums
Mark Godwin: Electric Guitar
Reed Irvine: Bass

Cheryl Boyd: Flute

Eyes Closed Close Your Eyes (The Ghost of John Lennon Arm Wrestles Rick Steves)

VI/
We set out for Rome
And fumbled through the Catacombs
As a Cryptic Christian message went with out reply
Eyes closed close your eyes

VII/
So Poseidon
More godly bronze than ever stone
As opposite ended eagles center all in Delphi
Eyes closed close your eyes

And we lay wearing nothing except our middle names
And our mistakes, we call experience, chalk it up and walk away

You’re hanging on a lie in an honest world
Sick of yourself when the views gotten dull
Dancing on an overpass in your slickest of shoes
Oh what will become of you?

VIII/
Mythological
You saved us when you plugged the hole
And with woolly bearded grin prevented genocide
Eyes closed close your eyes

Flex your mighty might
You starve to fight your appetite
Cause along the way you heard that to the victor goes the prize
Eyes closed close your eyes

And we lay wearing nothing except our middle names
And our mistakes we call experience, chalk it up and walk away

You’re hanging on a lie in an honest world
Sick of yourself when the views gotten dull
Dancing on an overpass in your slickest of shoes
Oh, what will become of you?