See you under covers
It was wash that laid the waste to your mind
Cataclysm shutters, shed the ease and
Roll to chance a thread untied
Lay to tangled sheets and fumes
Settle head to breathe your hue
Love until your words are true
Embrace the end for flowers bloom
Theres rust in your blood
Our interests are old and battered
And if I could change what I am then I would but i'm stuck, stone shoes in the mud, cannot change all the fucked things that define me
An intimate (and instrumental) improvised solo guitar meditation on the vastness of the unknown, from the Appalachian mountains. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 23, 2021
Deeply-felt, folk-derived indiepop from Melbourne that balances lovely, quavering vocal melodies with twinkling acoustics. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 18, 2017