Draw picture cards that make you believe
In things like the past telling stories that bleed
Onto the page in not so many words
What's that you say about not being hurt
Painted eyes on the back of your head
It's not your fault your beauty has fled
Most of your thoughts make forts in your hair
Imperfectly woven with the cold winter air
Silently kept for moments that find
Lover heartbeats leaving footprints behind
Most of them gasp having already crept
Past your clavicle to the back of your neck
What if the years running by were old friends
Would they stop into see you now and again
It's not the guilt that rots in your bones
It's all those friends that forget to call home
Calling your bluff in not so many words
What's that you say about not being hurt
I know there's something I don't understand
One day I know I'll return to the land
Maybe the dirt in some farmer's field
Food for the wheat or the automobile
Breaking down, starting up
One trip through this world seems like more than enough
Hearing this was like discovering Desire, or London Calling for the first time. Derivative yet original, the songs are immediate and the melodies will get stuck in your ear for days. tideracer
Banjo-wielding indie folk outfit drop their fourth full-length studio album of broody ballads and barroom stompers. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 13, 2014