So I would wonder about those phantom pains
And our phantom faults
But all we are is collections
Of wounds into which we add more salt
A year ago today I'd have told you
My thoughts were my friends
Now it's the other way around
On the night that I turned ten
My father spoke to me
He said "Son, you're halfway through your life."
It was a joke, but to what degree?
A year ago today I'd have told you
I would soon be leaving
I didn't know where I belonged
Stuck between two meanings
My brain lay dormant for too long
There was no use believing
Thanks for proving me wrong
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