Storming from Ramble Moon by Robbie Perrott

New morning
In the Bedouin
She’s warming coffee cooling gin

We’re walking
To the citadel
New lovers walking on a trail

Give up the golden leader
Give up the silver ghost
Give up the tiny teacher
New love is on the coast

It’s soul and
It’s blood and bone
It’s known by making her your home

But it’s storming
And you turn back
And you saw wet footprints in the sand

Give up the golden leader
Give up the silver ghost
Give up the tiny teacher
New love is on the coast

The desert extends
Lonesome and blue
It sings sweet to me
But it’s frightening to you
My lantern was shattered
By the cold rings of Saturn
The thing that most mattered
To me was you

Give up the golden leader
Give up the silver ghost
Give up the tiny teacher
New love is on the coast

• Alternative
• folk
• indie
• psych funk
• psychedelic rock
• singer-songwriter
• Cape Town