In September 2013 I was hosting a house show and I really needed to have one more song ready. I was just getting used to my new surroundings in fernwood, but I was still hankering to write about cruising around in the Alberta winter.
lyrics
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Cold wind blowing over Alberta
Becoming warm, traveling alone
Sweeping past the homes, dark sense of foreboding
Coursing through dim-lit eyes, waiting for something
I was driving too fast over the hill
I thought I saw a face on the side of the building
I thought I saw a face inside the house
island guys is great. heavily synth laden prog/pop reminiscent of some kind of darkest timeline phil collins, with spine-melting drum patterns Doomking