the air wicks the the warmth from your skin
and time wicks the guilt from your sin
a town built on stilts is buried by wind
and the sense in it all starts to spin
the air wicks the warmth from your skin
as your ineptitude grins
at the life that you've found yourself in
and all the words in your ears start to ring
doo doo doo
he says you are criminally thin
you don't have much left except skin
you won't lose too much except skin
you go round and round, leave your mark on some towns
just before they are buried by wind
time's just chalk on a wall
the longer you live, the further you fall
some men make habits of marking up stalls
and some try to study the sense it in all
and most find there is none at all
some men wear habits to make sense of it all
but most find there is none at all
and you'll find there's nothing at all
The Alabama duo's fifth album exults in dusty Americana, showcasing rich vocal harmonies alongside blissful folk instrumentation. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 31, 2024
More contemplative folk from the Minnesota singer-songwriter, sustained by raw full-band arrangements and philosophical lyrics. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 28, 2024
Irish singer-songwriter Oisin Leech's acoustic folk music is characterized by its muted beauty and intimate, solitary quality. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 16, 2024
A gorgeous journey through a kaleidoscopic array of sonic approaches melted together that feels old and new at the same time. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 5, 2024