THE TANK REFILLS
1970s cosmic folk rock in the spirit of warm Dave Mason / Traffic style, gentle acoustic guitars, Hammond organ pads, mellow electric guitar fills, laid-back groove, soulful reflective male vocal, earthy analog warmth, relaxed tempo around 82 BPM, pastoral and introspective mood, soft percussion and bass, spiritual folk rock atmosphere, organic live band feel, warm vintage production, uplifting yet thoughtful chorus, flowing melodic phrasing, emotional but calm delivery
THE TANK REFILLS
1970s cosmic folk rock in the spirit of warm Dave Mason / Traffic style, gentle acoustic guitars, Hammond organ pads, mellow electric guitar fills, laid-back groove, soulful reflective male vocal, earthy analog warmth, relaxed tempo around 82 BPM, pastoral and introspective mood, soft percussion and bass, spiritual folk rock atmosphere, organic live band feel, warm vintage production, uplifting yet thoughtful chorus, flowing melodic phrasing, emotional but calm delivery
Lyrics
Verse 1
I love the broken windows
And the people who threw the stones
I love the empty sidewalks
And the nights I walked alone
I love the cold indifference
And the silence on the line
I pour it out like gasoline
And strike another light
Pre-Chorus
I tried to quit a thousand times
Said this heart has had enough
But every road I wander down
Leads me back to love
Chorus
I love everything
Even things unlovable
People, places, situations
Kind and impossible
Undeserved, unhelpful
Sometimes unreturned
I burn it up, I spend it all
But the tank refills again
Verse 2
I loved the ones who used me
Like a ladder in the rain
I loved the ones who vanished
When the sky turned into pain
I loved the cruel conclusions
And the lies that dressed as truth
I handed out forgiveness
Like a kid with spare balloons
Pre-Chorus
I swore I'd lock the engine down
Let the well finally run dry
But something deep inside my chest
Just keeps pumping life
Chorus
I love everything
Even things unlovable
People, places, situations
Wild and improbable
Unrequited sometimes
Still I let it run
I burn it up, I spend it all
And the tank refills again
Bridge
Maybe love’s a river
Not a bottle on a shelf
Maybe it was never mine
To ration for myself
Maybe I’m just built this way
An open door somehow
The more the world takes out of me
The more comes pouring out
Final Chorus
I love everything
Even things unlovable
People, places, situations
Gentle or combustible
Try to shake it off
Try to use it up
But every mile I travel
Fills the reservoir of love
I spend it like a fool
And start again somehow
The tank refills forever
And it's overflowing now