Now, it’s not gold explosions,
Nor leaves on the breeze,
Falling down from the tops
of old tawny oak trees,
That reveals how I feel
when you stare straight at me.
I’ve been told it’s these things,
but I must disagree.
And my blue eyes won’t change
at the sound of a bell,
Nor my skin color turn dear,
you know this right well,
There’s no sudden exposure
or shape-shifting spell,
That can alter my form,
as far as I can tell.
You call six times again,
from the phone of a friend,
You call three times across from my street,
But despite sonic blows, I remain in repose,
In these dreams, dear, it seems
I’m awake, though asleep.
And this present senescence
refreshes my thoughts,
And reminds me of finals,
and books that we bought,
For our classes, to classify
colds that we caught,
While we may not have passed,
well we gave a good shot.
And this blustery wind
can bend branches like strings,
And this staunch second hand
starts me timing small things,
Like the moments I spend
while my cell phone just rings,
There’s no answering for
what fortune fate thus brings.
But, you call six times again,
from the phone of a friend,
You call three times across from my street,
But despite sonic blows, I remain in repose,
In these dreams, dear, it seems
I’m awake, though asleep.
Now, It’s not obvious. It’s not nice.
It’s not missed calls or voicemails
that make this thing not-right,
It’s a color this morning I saw in the leaves,
Like an icicle forming on my true love’s eaves.
But, you call six times again,
from the phone of a friend,
You call three times across from my street,
But despite sonic blows, I remain in repose,
In these dreams, dear, it seems
I’m awake, though asleep.
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Such a special album I struggle to think of what to say about it. At times I'm afraid or put off even listening to it and sometimes its the most comforting thing in the world. I got this from a vinyl code and I only listened to that physical copy of it the morning after the night my dog died. The first time I ever lost someone that meant the world to me and it was the first time I didn't cry to it. This album is beautiful and if youre reading this, you are loved memon_dayz
The freak-folk collective's debut is full of rich, haunted vocals and experimental melodies derived from more traditional idioms Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 9, 2021
Bright and skipping songs that foreground the sound of the banjo and fingerstyle guitar in music that feels timeless. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 5, 2020