charlie's dead, filled his veins with black tar water shooting soldiers in the bathroom down the hall
and when he's gone he won't see the shower curtains crying, thomas knows that horses laugh when shotguns call a quits, get a grip
and since he's dead this evening I slurred empty words, deceit delayed his heartache, took his pony for a fix
he hardly knows his hands recall the hours under past rushing cars in alleyways seattle looked so bleak
she was a figment to me then, her blood red lips and pale white skin I took the train I held her hand
it was something like a dream or my mind was wandering the needle was cold I saw shadows, I saw shadows
how could I forget the scene?
everyone looked so pretty
woke up to the sound of rain
so hold your breath
the restless hours are just moments,
we forget about the past, we idealize
if she wanted she could have it all,
ships on the water and stars on the shore
he could be dreaming
everything & always--blissful guitar pop from one of the cold parts of new york. comfy will get you through this winter + get a song stuck in your head. take a listen & get a speeding ticket 4 connor Tape Club
This split EP from two France-based musicians is a gem, both artists recalling the glory days of slowcore in their heart-tugging melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 11, 2023