Dandelions Lyrics

Beyond all my thoughts are strings of cacti lined along a vanish line / streaking past periphery, they blur into the mile-marker signs / but we are bristling with youth and hurtling towards tragedy and scars / as the desert air surrounds and we recount aloud how we each received ours / we’ll meet the horizon where the sun goes down / and deify the turnpike’s twisting lines / no thunderclap or man could remove our kingly crowns / and we are drinking dandelions / beyond all I know is a serenity of houses farms and wives / and everlasting souls arranged in pairs and moving through each other’s lives / we may not be men but we are armored, we are shielded, we have pride / we race around concentric circles burning all the homes where we reside.

Mobjack is a no B.S. roots-rock outfit from central Connecticut.

Q – Does Mobjack rock? A – Hell ya.

Q – Does Mobjack country? A – You bet.

Q – Does Mobjack gig? A – Like a house afire.

Q – Does Mobjack record? A – Like a hound dog.

Q – Three words that describe Mobjack; Go! A – Authentic, brusk, ‘Merican.