For many summers I lay in wonder
Rolling around a concrete tomb
I held my breath for half a century
To mask the stench of rotting food
But life goes quick as candlewicks
They're burning fast as fossil fuels
You blink your eyes and you will find
The big sky is calling out for you
On bleeding ground our feet are bound by constructs of the modern world
The seeds that thrive aren't alive what is real or not becomes a blur
Our sustenance depends on this system of expensive taste
And left alone we build our homes
Atop the ecosystems grave
Brace yourself old holy roller
Life is a broken roller coaster
And staying safe has taken all of me
Shut me out and lay me under
The passing of 1,000 summers
Go racing by inside these walls of sleep
supported by 5 fans who also own “Pigeons are Feds”
this album is sooo fking good, it has me crying and laughing and feeling so much gratitude for my 3 yrs of sobriety. wishing yall a slow n steady recovery <3<3<3 huckbutt
"Dustups" continues Body Surfer’s exploration of intimacy and personal history, rich acoustic folk deep in meaning. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 24, 2021
This New Haven duo write bright and emotionally resonant folk music where sweeping strings elevate gorgeous melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 23, 2021