A broken ladder for a broken head
some eagle visions for the walking dead
mouths taped shut and claws all clipped
they are chained in place
could never leave you where I left you before
too many numbers strung outside your door
I haven't got it in me at this point to hold anybody new
except my own
and those so close
I barely will exist
a stiched up mother for a distant sun
the raucous laughter of a starting gun
being fired by the next door neighbor at 3am
hands to your head and you can feel the love
up to your ankles it's a mighty flood
your bed is soaking in a sea of backward halos
the world is quiet now
the world is quiet now
A gorgeous journey through a kaleidoscopic array of sonic approaches melted together that feels old and new at the same time. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 5, 2024