yeah, lot of long songs at the end here. don't remember much about the the conception of this one. sorta spooks me. but thanks for listening, and if you've been reading these; why? i kid. anyway, sort of like a journal, i wanted to remember these little details about these songs, and if that interests you, that really makes me feel good. hope you enjoyed the songs i wrote, they helped me a lot.
lyrics
isn’t it plain?
does it feel the same to anyone?
to feel so strange,
but still blend in with everyone?
to cry under the sun,
to cradle close the moon,
to run, run, run,
from the laughing, sunlit hands of june?
isn't it strange?
to be outmanned and outrun?
outstanding show of hands for the
man who stands outgunned
clutching close apollo’s bow and arrow
and feeling first the bullet’s stinging
then a ringing sinkhole clearing the clouds
for the skies muted emptiness
and the rain that whispered near
and the wise man laughing
as the baby pulls his beard
and the seer finally blinking and
rubbing his eyes
and the soft sliding worms loving
delicious demise
and decay unraveling in the empty night
within itself to expose a hidden light
and the rising tide pushes your fragile feet
towards that same glow
your chin is held in the palm of awe
but your slow
so you run and you shout say "hey, man-
don’t cut me out!"
all i wanna say
is written in the empty graves
taking up space
all i wanna see
is dripping in soft streams
from the lone moon
all i wanna feel
is ripping at my guts
and biting my heels
all i wanna be
is churning in a stormy sea and
laughing at the shore
what does it mean? what do i care?
who are you then? who’s that fella over there?
he smiles a stitched smile
opens my scars with his scythe
and slowly
shows me
the beauty
of our strife
and as it welcomes you you feel
a smile
swirl into a circle
gently spinning
as your wounds mend
themselves by singing
bringing light upon;
upon your apparition
as it is
out-shined
on earth, as flesh decays,
on earth, as the reign of flesh ends,
on earth, where my words are lain,
on earth, where my notes will bend,
on earth, as flesh decays,
Really gotta give Squat! a listen, I've got a bunch of pals in this band. My pal Pete is super riotous drummer, Matt is a warm-hearted madman and Tom is a guru at making surfy psychedelic melodies. Erk
Avi Buffalo had a hand in producing this cassette of Lowpines' serene, self-described "Lo-fi-Anglo-Americana pop songs." Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 28, 2016