I give it back to the water
the life which it supplies
I spit out all of my intentions
there’s nothing left to hide
I call out to my mother
but it’s too late to apologize
It’s cold just like my father
Some people deserve to die
They say our days are numbered
but It’s all a waste of time
I put in so much effort
At least I can say I tried
I surrounded myself with others
I tried to swallow my pride
I end up alone in the world
Just like Clementine
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