DESCRIPTION:
From the album 'We Live In Houses Made Of Wood' (2008)

My legs, my feet are covered in sea
And soon I choose to surrender her my body
The tide, it rises carries me away
Its rhythmic sways, they are lullin’ me to sleep
As I sleep my body finds sand
The tide is low and a sandbar is my bed
And in my dreams I travel back to land
But as I wake I surrender once again
After time, broken by sea stones
Eroded by her unforgiving flow
From dust I came, to dust I now return
As grains of sand laying on the ocean’s floor
As grains of sand laying on the ocean’s floor
As grains of sand laying on the ocean’s floor

Baltimore’s Small Sur, led by Bob Keal, has been quietly building a fan base for several years with their nostalgic, breezy sing-along songs. They make the best seventies California music that never was.

iTunes: http://tndr.lv/1QPKqS2
Spotify: http://tndr.lv/1GJBIiD
Rdio: http://tndr.lv/1GJBSpZ
Amazon: http://tndr.lv/1Ew1Lc9
Google: http://tndr.lv/1biXhek
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/smallsur