Sons tear all the covers off of the bed now
Wake up your fathers
The ghosts rubbing their eyes stuck in the closet
Live on the porch now
With papers in tow
With bills for water and wifi
Things you never knew were sold
Cause nobody told you
Girls grab his old tools nail the wet plywood
Over the windows
The world is weathering down your ramshackle fortress
Made on the weekends
Hiding from friends
And family
No trace of his recipes
Just all these old magazines
Trash ebay or donate
Let’s make some piles
Then get back to our lives
The sooner we die the sooner they eulogize
In white-lies and sound bites
Make us sound nice
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
Two dozen 12-string acoustic improvisations that feel undeniably haunting, like lost transmissions from ancient Appalachia, rediscovered. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 17, 2022