we broke our piggy banks across weathered floors. scattered memories that we saved and watched them sink slowly between tattered and blackened staves. I guess we’re all merely beggars and thieves. struggling to let go of our own self hate. yet in time we found this inchoate fate to be beautiful so, when you let down your guard it caught me off guard. I had hoped it had meant we were finally okay…
in time it all fades away. at time we’re lost in all the shades of grey and ships we sunk off the coasts of our mistakes.
now the swing of this screen door, reminds us it’s winter no more. so, we’re counting these stars and wonder should we trust fate or have faith. but I’m not sure that it matters much either way cause we have each other, we have these families and friends. bonfires and fields, less cold nights and these tents…
Beautifully played and full of moving vocal performances, the Bay Area singer/songwriter's latest is a stellar work of art. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 3, 2023