Below Zero
Album: Old Friends
By: Cazadero
By: Cazadero
Duration
3:40
Description
Celebrating bygone sentiments of when Country was "C&W"(County & Western), Cazadero meditates upon mortality, the elements, and the struggles and liberation of Western migration. "Below Zero" is the lead advanced single from their latest LP, Old Friends (2013).
Lyrics
The last time I saw you, you were up on Thompson hill Popped the clutch out, let the brakes down real slow Got the hell out, anywhere you can go There's people talking, saying things that burn the ears The great divide of our darkest days is not too wide, for the ones we saved In a glimpse of light, the car goes off the stage It seems to fly, but never ends that way This town gets smaller with the passing of the year For every newborn, a couple old ones disappear Seasons pass quick, short harvest, no spring These upstate winters crack the road and ice our grins The lake may be frozen, but its thickness is unseen The boys next door, fell in, winter 83' Huddle inside, with very little to eat The firewood's damp, desperation is our heat
