We are the last Men on Earth

A little personal song about living in California. And our vote not really counting for much. thanks for your subscription means a lot. We love your ears.

It's called Deep Do Do. It's at the end so people don't see it. Plus a review.

“It is a band that truly knows its instruments so well that genre immediately becomes irrelevant…It is quite honestly a breathtaking performance to witness. And because of the uniqueness of the stylistic components, it is very difficult to find an artist with whom to compare we are the Last Men on Earth. Probably the best (and I use even that term lightly), the can be equated to They Might Be Giants for the lovelorn…When you listen to we are the Last Men on Earth, you are guaranteed a musical adventure.” –Mark Morton

I live in San Francisco. You have to be aware of every step you take. Garbage and alcoholism don’t affect us anymore. It’s the zombies

Finally

I thought from a wing man.
...he looked away for a moment, as if searching for something on some far distant horizon, his face hard as stone yet underneath seething with emotion. And I, too, turned to look, and I caught a glimpse of what he saw, and in that instant my questions for Nick Cave had all been answered.

Shot on a trip from San Francisco to Tahoe California. Flat to mountains, Warm to cold, We all walk the walk whether
with all ups and downs. The dog in the video was still warm when I came upon him. There was only one house near by. So I picked him up and put him on the porch. It's a really sad song for a sad day. Strange The words puppy dogs was in the lyric.
Do you believe nothing happens by chance? I never tell a player what to do on a solo. The trumpet and trombone worked off each other so well on the first take we keep it. Also we started doing double dueling solos ever since. The men behind the Brass and Ivory.
Morty Okin: Trumpet; Flugelhorn
Johannes Mager: Trombone
Art Khu: Piano
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A GIRL NAMED NEVER
I'm looking forward to the time when nothing really matters
and no one can make you feel you're all alone
I'm walking backwards into space we all got the right to hate this place
blue skies puppy dogs smiling face all things remind you you're all alone
If you meet a girl named never don't use your real name don't act clever
close your eyes and count to one hundred days you just might meet a girl named always
and you would always know for once in your life something was real
when she spoke you could hear and when she touched you could feel
always I wish you could have been always