Baby there’s a warm wind coming through
You can feel it smothering you as it glides
The cold will strip the walls
Where the warm will get confused
There’s a cold win coming baby I know
There must be a cold wind coming down the road
There’s a gold bridge stretching out for miles
It’s fifteen hundred feet upon the sea
With no key keeper and no standing trial
Just a gold bridge stretching out in style
There must be a cold wind blowing
On the gold bridge stretching out for miles
There are three horns playing soft and slow
The first is playing high
And the third is playing low
And they all hit the notes
That make the old river roll
There are three horns playing as you go
Down the gold bridge stretching
With the cold wind stripping as it blows
There a two girls singing by the rail
And they both have voices from the deep
With a sweet sustain
And the old southern drawl
There are two girls singing bout it all
On the gold bridge stretching
With the cold wind stripping
And the three horns blowing out the call
Come all you tragic figures in the night
Come all you lonesome lingerers out at sea
Come all you worried walkers
On the tracks and in the light
And sing the careless devil to his knees
Tele Novella continue their mystical journey to the heart of lovelorn country & western on their upcoming Kill Rock Stars full-length. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 29, 2023