Jim: i step out into the field, i wonder what i’ll feel, the morning misty dewy field, i wonder if i’ll feel, anything today, anything at all
Ben/Martin: if i offered you my hand would you kiss it and linger? would you slip a ring around my fourth finger? or with a sound like a clam leaving a shell, would you tear out my nail and make me promise not to tell? would you, would you?
if i shared my diary, would you love it like i cherish you? savour each word and let it nourish you? or would you share it on Facebook and add an illustration, with eyes screwed up of monkey masturbation? would you, would you?
Jim: i step out into the dew, i wonder what i'll do. the dewy field but without you, i wonder if i’ll do anything today, anything at all.
Nick: coffee with wolves tapping off tin, grounds for the grounds and whatever's within, the lake lies so still my wobbly chair, cries for a storm a double-dog dare, you don't know where the angels go, but you want to know where the angels go, I’m not awake I am a wave
feet crack the floor it's surely a sin, to cripple the sticks who guard the morning, the fire has died I buried the light, the smoldering turn the end of the knife, you don't know where the angels go, but you want to know where the angels go, I’m not awake I am a wave
Ben/Martin: would you share my pillow and call me your lover? or pick it up and press it down til i'm covered? til my finger stop twitching and i am smothered? always wishing that i was this other? would you, would you? would you?
Ben/Martin: would you, would you, would you?
Nick: always we move sometimes we glide, joy to the world on the edge of the night
All proceeds from this gorgeous album of low-lit indie Americana will be donated to the National Network of Abortion Funds. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 10, 2022