Woke up I felt fine
Don't blame anyone
The Yoke of time.
A certain something plagues my mind
A certain someone of mine.
Water falls from the spines of the umbrella like an IV drip.
I am cut up in her mind, let me fall, let me slip.
How much will it take for me to fall awake?
What cost for a mate? Must I take?
Water falls from her eyes
Mine are fine.
Fiona come closer
shut softly your watery eyes.
Recorded on the Grecian isle of Hydra, this is blissed-out psych pop with stacked falsetto harmonies and luscious arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 9, 2023
Two dozen 12-string acoustic improvisations that feel undeniably haunting, like lost transmissions from ancient Appalachia, rediscovered. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 17, 2022