Holy moses, fortune chose us
we looked good in fourteen poses and
in the shrouded hours and days
we laughed at spy convention as we lay
Creased stomped stamped it ran the gambit
cracked and burst, we couldn't stand it,
in late 02 we shed our clothes
and washed our sins with rain, that's how it goes
Yes I wanted to be
just a dog outside your door
with a shuffle and wag
and jump to be adored
Oh, we look at the stars
so to dance under their gaze
and then fall like all relations in a daze
Holy moses, peace all closes
the battle pup dug up the roses
We heard words they whisper "rise"
though which we spoke with madness in our eyes
I would get up and go
but I don’t want to leave your arms
and I think we both know that separation does us harm
like I'm a big metal gear
and you're some spray so I don’t rust
or I crumble and erode like into dust
Stark, folk-derived songs built on brittle acoustic guitars that conjure the image of a fire burning in the distance on a dark night. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 8, 2022