I assumed everyone knew who Mazzy Star was, That voice like honey dripping slow, That guitar that strummed with such softness, Creating a melancholic glow.
Hope Sandoval's croon, so sweet and serene, A lullaby to soothe a weary heart, David Roback's strings, so simple and clean, A work of art, a true work of art.
The world would be a better place, If everyone knew their tunes, A balm to heal the soul's rough grace, A salve for life's many wounds.
But alas, it seems not all have heard, And my heart is filled with sorrow, For those who have not known the words, Of Mazzy Star's dreamy tomorrow.
So let us spread their music wide, And share their magic with the masses, For everyone deserves to feel inside, The beauty of their gentle flashes.