Buffalo Tom – Pendleton

“She ain’t got no pictures. She ain’t got no shoes. She’s our Mona Lisa we painted black and blue. Crushing acorn footpaths under painted nails. The stones mark the fields where we walk so aimlessly.” Meditative words with a meditative melody. Perfect song for this stormy Sunday afternoon. “All of my life in this lonely town.” The piano powers against the drums and bass with a hollow feel. “Winter kisses springtime, clothes dry in the sun. It’s not the only reason folks come to Pendleton.” The second chorus adds a trumpet-like blast that emphasizes the feelings evoked. Beautiful composition. Shoutouts for some very different flavors; Good Girl and Lost Downtown. Buffalo Tom