Down in the darkness. Deep in a hole.
Minding others business, watching trouble unfold.
Every stone will sink, every voice needs a troll.
Digging in your dirt, thats why they call me "The Mole".
Blind to the darkness thats working its way
Into every heart at the end of the day.
Trading stones for peace..."I'll trade some cash for your soul."
Another day another dollar, man.
Call me "The Mole".
Genuine folk-rock brilliance on this excellent album from MMOSS – such a shame that they're no longer together. Love all of the melodies and instrumentation on this first release which features a lively psych drone and some very tasty flute playing. Michael Reilly