I say with certainty this one of my all-time favorite songs. Like, I don’t think my life would be the same if I never heard it. I don’t think I’d be the same. Last summer was jam-packed with Cassino, on walks down to the Pickering, on car drives out to the eastern Finger Lakes and down Route 364 to the end of Canandaigua Lake, winding up at Bare Hill.

I can also say, upon reflection, I didn’t necessarily care what this song was about. I just knew it was beautiful, but the other day, driving the route I always drive only to be averted by traffic cones, it hit me and I realized how much it’s about the chase, the struggle, the trappings of American life.

This is why I say, tambourine hit on the two, please.

“Marionette made its marks, dragging on the pavement.
The dogs of sleep and sick were tangled in the strings that keep the leverage.
Come on, come with light…Illuminate and drive…
I need to leave what followed me
When I washed in from the sea
That’s taken so many of our lives
With its awful waves

Chevrolet is done, it’s sunk into the ground.
Chromes become my dining couch,
The ornament on a broken house,
And the weathers com alive
And it’s leaking inside
Knocked the breakers paralyzed,
And turned my savings on its side.
Its taken many of our lives
With its wild ways
So my mother says

Heaven found on my way out
Heaven found on my way out
Heaven found on my way out
Heaven found on my way out

I took a walk one way…

And with a spark, all the lights in the city started racing
Out interstates and up the up the buildings, through the walls
and turn so filthy
And it lights this room that we pay with our lives, everyday
The toll booth of the birds of prey”

Cassino, Kingprince