This was about my best friend. I dunno. Watching Maryam bounce back and forth to the drums while meticulously sliding tracks in and out during the mix-down to 1/2 inch tape was one of the most miraculous experiences of my life <3
I wrote this while I was still in the army waiting to get out in a moldy barracks, alone, and recording in the closet on my ipad. Then again on my Tascam. And then, TIny Telephone.
These are my all time, favorite lyrics I've written.
lyrics
its not how you talk
its the way your skin hits your mouth
oxblood and indian red
pour you inside of my bed
blessed is thee
saints and anarchy
live like a gypsy
blankets and mystery
center of youtnh
atlast its all confused
and thats ok
i see you in clues and hues
cant take the dive
we'll hide inside of the clock
stand by your still hand in time
clutch you by no hands but mine
HAVE LIKE A MOON
LANGUID AND EASY
WORSHIP ME
YOU GODDESS
AND WORSHIP
YOU GODDESSS
HAVE LIKE AMOON
LANGUID AND EASY
AND WORSHIP ME
YOU GODDESS
MY GOD
YOU'RE A GOD TO ME
AND IT FLOATS LIKE A THIEF
MANY A COUNTS I BELIEVE
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
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