i wrote these goofy lyrics in my journal a while ago, and i don't honestly remember when i made this recording, i just found it on my phone looking for demos of another song, and ended up including it cuz i liked it. probably where i got the "remain, remain" idea from, honestly. my bets are that it was made in my dorm, in boston, like most of these songs.
lyrics
sunkdown sundown; sly strip of shine
on the sunburned tough guy-
fly, fly, fists to five fruits of
foul pungence, devoured feverishly
guy rise, rise to fly,
rise to fuck the sky
with superman fists
into the hard sun
burn, burn, become
the desert's sucking air,
and singe the rough skin
of the weary wanderer
suffer in fire; mold in flames,
remain, remain, calls the burning plain.
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