This evening, this evening the kitchen fell still
With gravity pulling eyelids against their will
With foreheads on tables and legs up on hills
Of the armrests and the laundry piles laying there still
This even this evening they awoke to the thud
Of my foot tapping gently to the rhythm of the cups
Sitting in for the ashtrays and picking up butts
By the light of a candle burning, drowning in its own blood
This evening this evening the dead lay around
This dog and this guitar out making their sounds
Like wasted composers, their notes hit the ground
As they fall back to sleep with the dead all around
As they fall back to sleep with the dead all around
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