RACHBACH - "KAJUNGA"

HORSE HOBBLER is my 10th collection of landfill folk songs written since the beginning of the pandemic era. Have a listen while you hitch yer wagons west under the hazlewood sun.
Something big is right on the edge
A monster with a grin on his head
Slowly climbing over the roads
Through the lakes and straight to my home
Genesis jury and judge
Hold my hand and carry a grudge
The weight of my mistakes made of lead
Crush you into English man bread
Lurking on the surface of a fallow field
The feature of a creature in the snow is revealed
A smile like a trial where you got no chance
Spend a hundred summers in a stone throwing trance
It follows with its hollow bones
Dragging all the birds I had known
The girls I gave a rusted word
A silver tongue was what they heard
Lurking on the surface of a fallow field
The feature of a creature in the wind is revealed
Weather worn buckskin wrinkled and grey
Cufflink codas on my dying wave
13 feet of repossessed scars
My memories are fire alarms
Ashes of the girls that I torched
Paint the face of my final form