So maybe you followed your gut and earned a place in the corporate tomb. And your father and your mother they are so proud that you followed their dreams too.
You waited till marriage to unload your baggage, mountains of shit onto hers and you burned your love into hands not yet scarred by this world we've made for them, lucky kids.
We have earned every goddamn hungry child and all the dead land bleeding on an open book. Our lives haven't value, you know a parasite thrives too when given a home that is warm
This is not a protest song I don't protest a single one of your crimes you will pay in time, we will all pay in time.
Like a virus they will find us, cure themselves and blind us and into the earth we'll be thrown and darling you finally wont be alone.
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