“All the peacock people left their plumes in a pile They look good to a fault And the Gulf water’s warm like a bathtub Full of lavender and epsom salt See a bleach blond boy put his long board down Help his girl get her sunscreen on I thought about you in your little house Think you’re lonely but I could be wrong”
“Hair blowing in the hot wind Time hanging from a clothespin There’s no sorrow that the sun’s not gonna heal I smell the leather of your new car Drive through the desert after nightfall Sleep on the shoulder, keep the stars all to ourselves”
Bring Limes
Bring Limes is dedicated to beaches, bonfires, vagabonds, and doing what you love.
