all smoke curls just like little girls dancing to meet the ghost the time is high for us to fly and dip and spin and float. Now that the storm has come the creek has overrun. All rocks roll when the water boils bouncing to break into dirt they’ll take a chance to taptap dance and bounce like yr grandmotherskirt. Now that the creek has overrun it carries nutrients rotting flesh and hope
A churning indie-rock meditation on relationships and personal struggle from the New Jersey band, propelled by powerhouse vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 8, 2020