It was just like yesterday
I remember when we
Tooled down to the wharf to take that helicopter ride

As I fingered hearts into the spirals of your hand we watched
The last of the sealife forms crawl their way onto the sand

The bucketholders arrive!
From certain solitude comes balance fair
Deep crankin’ seal cut jive on me
That’s what you came here for
Big easy surprise: postponed

It was the springtime of my purity
When every night was the end of the world
Underneath that infant moon
The crush of the upper-worlds altitude Christmas
Coin by coin I cashed in the kingdom for my consciousness

The bucketholders arrive!
And killed the chess guru from planet nine
Conquering at the same time all three plastic atmospheres
Right before our eyes with love

I’ll take you all the way
I’ll take you all the way
I’ll take you all the way
I’ll take you all the way

The bucketholders arrive!
With seashells in the speakers and skatefish on the grill
By the time August arrives
We’ll be safe at home

William Wadsworth Steffey [trumpet]
David R. Torrey [Mastering Engineer]

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The bridge section of this song features a sample of a trumpet riff from the “U.S. News and World Report Dixieland Invitational” album. The riff was played by William’s grandfather, William Wadsworth Steffey.

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David R. Torrey, William Wadsworth Steffey

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