Watching Wheel of Fortune on a tiny kitchen TV
While his dad waits to hear the numbers for the New York Lottery
They sat wide-eyed every night, hypnotized by a promised prize
Went to bed empty-handed but woke up feeling fine
On the hospital bed her stroke-stricken mom
Surrounded by aunts and uncles was barely hanging on
The plastic peeled off of the bottle of gift shop holy water
Her mom came to and said "Thank God for my atheist daughter"
And when we wait to win we'll just wind up stuck
Probably be better off if we just summon some pluck
Let Abe Lincoln on the sidewalk stare at the sun
The days of fearing broken mirrors are done
Born the 7th of the month, proud of his Irish blood
The day it dripped down on the road and mixed in with the mud
He went through the windshield, just walked it off
Head pouring red like he's Pollock painting
Miles to the front door where his family was waiting
And when they wait to win they'll just wind up stuck
Probably be better off if they just summon some pluck
Let Abe Lincoln on the sidewalk stare at the sun
The days of counting cloverleaves are done
In Adrian Snood’s songs, soulful vocals and slow-moving alt-pop swirl together to create something distinctly moving. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 1, 2023