There's no trail before us
but we'll leave one behind
Pack up, take off
won't slow down for borderlines
Empty handed, dust-lung
this town is ours until the sun comes up.
Let us ride off the map
into the desert night
stop at the oasis to fill our empty eyes
Simmering bitter
verdant lime
cut-time, hips glide
closer to mine
TWO GOLD PIECES IN MY FIST
WE'RE STANDING AT THE HIGHWAY BEND
SPARKING ON UNEVEN EDGE
WE'RE DANCING ON THE CLIFF LEDGE
Before the storm, dark green sky
infinite reckless, rivers run dry
SAND MOUTH AND SUNBURNED SKIN
YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE WE BEEN
STICK NECK OUT AND OFF WITH HEAD
OFF WITH YOUR BLINDFOLDED HEAD
this album is perfect because of it's major imperfection. Shoelaces gives mi eerie feeling of your realy early and blurred memories which you can describe by how you feel them but you can't describe what excactly it is frusther
Intimate pop; Bollinger's vocals sound almost confidential as she muses on relationship neuroses over woozy, breezy instrumentation. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 18, 2019