Just come back, you don't have to call- there's an air pocket under the waterfall. You keep on replaying it in your mind until it's way past time for you to make your flight.
You know we all walk down this cracked mud road, our heads down low, we don't stop getting old. On either side of us the litter lines, while the hot sun shines and dries our throats.
Our paths are spread out in capillary webs, the brace was brittle so we spray painted it red. I know you're happy that we all came by, I hope you don't think this means that we're on your side.
Are you a calmed by a wrecking ball to a sleepy sunset shopping mall?
Always starting over reckoning to patch your broken crawl-don't you love this life at all?
Don't stand up you had a nasty fall, your coat is torn there's gravel in your palms. Rest assured that this is how is starts so get your axes out and put your armor on.
Free-flowing, loosely structured songs that borrow lightly from jazz and ambient but expand in directions all their own. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 7, 2023