Dream a dream that we are getting closer
And the thoughts, the thoughts
The thoughts will bring you back home
Time won't wait for no man
I'm no exception
I'm hauling my blue heart
Distant detatchment
Be bold, not cold
For our souls do crave the taste of what's yet to come
Here again, stuck to the floor
I do deplore the waiting
And so to close the distance
I'll have to brave the world again
And I'll be bold, not cold
I'll mold myself into your arms
And I won't allow
The colour of my heart
To aid these veiled voices
(Go on)
Dream a dream that we are getting closer
Recorded on the Grecian isle of Hydra, this is blissed-out psych pop with stacked falsetto harmonies and luscious arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 9, 2023
Two dozen 12-string acoustic improvisations that feel undeniably haunting, like lost transmissions from ancient Appalachia, rediscovered. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 17, 2022