There’s a light at the end of the street that goes out
They call it sundown
All the kids playing games in the field splinter out
It’s time to go home
There’s a sound that rings out through the town every night
It sounds like music
All the ghosts of the desert they play in a band
And they gig under starlit skies
They’re called “The Passing Lives”
They boogie all through the night
This town, it don’t have a name
It’s far out in a million different ways
Late at night, in their beds, everyone shuts their eyes
And start the dreaming
Golden dunes, silver mines, endless jugs of a wine
Made of cacti
Clear as day in the sky and away flying high
Across the river
Little town in the heat of the sand chugs along
With no place in mind
Your dreams are all true tonight
They’re in your heart and out of sight
And it comes as no surprise
There’s nothing left to make right
Close your eyes and sleep tight
Breezy, lush R&B perfect for warm weather, inspired by Afro-Indigenous artist Clara Kent's heritage, culture, and personal journey. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 6, 2023