In every season my new orbit will evolve
Past these tattered labyrinths resolved
What will abide?
What’s deep inside?
I guess, I guess, momentary truths
Will be riddled fault paradiddle
Cancerous and brittle
Don’t hesitate by my count of ten
Arguing swirling, rolling ‘round the bend
What will abide?
What’s deep inside?
I’ll know, escrow, bathed and clothed for food
Hey “Biff Biddle”, coughing a riddle
Cancerous and brittle
R. M. Goetz - vocals, rhythm guitars
Jennifer Schmidt - drums & percussion, harmonies
My New Orbit
I wanted this song to sound like we recorded it around the campfire, ostensibly at one of our Bunkytown (an intimate 'free festival' in rural West Virginia where we used to play every year) shows. I guess we mixed the electronic 'crickets' up a little bit too high, but aside from that I like the effect. Jen's fabulous harmony added so much to the arrangement I gave her a songwriting credit.
