Chow time, time to fill your head
With the knowledge if you don’t fill up on bread
All the edges brunt and bevel
Level with you to get on their level
But all the stripped down baritones you clench
Won’t be enough to get you off the bench
Learn to yearn, burn like a flame
Dedicated to the one thing you can’t name
This explains everything
Everything this explains
This explains everything
Swallow the pride you tagged and bagged
Your mind leapt forward but your body lagged
Cry a river of paper boats
Untag the frag, save the copper coats
Almost nothing, still not quite
Candles light themselves but they won’t burn bright
Truck backing up won’t let you sleep
Fall a mile behind, still hear it beep
Kill me softly
Kill me at medium volume
Kill me loud
Look alive and slay the demon
Obscuring the dream that you believe in
Roller coaster in your stomach drops
But amuses you with its afterthoughts
Clap trap the flap man snaps
It’s a sack of crap, so take a nap
By the time you’re back, the molasses fat cats
Will stomp that flat when it meets the mat
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Two dozen 12-string acoustic improvisations that feel undeniably haunting, like lost transmissions from ancient Appalachia, rediscovered. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 17, 2022