Give me back my weighted, sack-filled implant
It's not enough under what's that to me then
A wing off the back of a densely sedated
A sting in the calf of a thesbond elated
Just as blind as a trick in the dark
Waiting for a sound but greeted by a voice
A cobblestone clatter shattered out of my gullet
Parched of fluid and seeping to the slums
CHORUS
Not a sound as He comes from behind
Nor a shadow in the broad lamplight
he wasn't much, a small little man
Wavering and weaving like a bird in the fray
Drawing his frond such a sad little man
Holding on his brawn and fillin' out my frame
CHORUS
A faint, stiff breeze broke off a pulminary engine
Supplying twice as many in the tree filled cities
Showing a martyr just what it is to breathe
Keeping outside a solitary ease
These are some of the most consumate musicians we studied along side in our college days. Since, they've gotten together and put together one of the most intriguingly mellow albums I've ever heard. CatNip Tea
An tempestuous post-rock journey inspired by the existential threat of climate exchange, "Triumph & Disaster" overflows with grace and grit. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 9, 2019