Swamp Wife
its gonna be alright
cad red light from a tube that’s open so still and quiet and the lights are broken pigment eyes while you lie in the open i'll shift the tone till the sky is broken
are you dumb or something?
your love is all i know
can you remember your childhood neighborhood? is it the same as you remember, or is something off? was the light always this harsh? have you always felt this way? you enter the house. was the carpet always this sickening color? have the walls always felt this tight? your pulse quickens, you feel the tears welling up. nothing is as it should be. what was that in the corner of your eye? was that a person in the other room? why did their face look like that? you know theres a mirror at the end of the hallway you used to study yourself in all those years ago, but you dread it in this moment. you don't want to know what you look like. what if you're as misshapen as this place after all these years. your heart aches on the edge of bursting. there's movement in the kitchen and suddenly you're running for your life out the door. they're here. they're watching. they've always been watching. where'd you go?
swamp wife ep
our first baby, our first born. the first five songs we wrote together, recorded only five months after playing together for the first time. these songs represent our first etchings of finding our voice. best described as songs to cry in your car to, songs to hold your crush to, songs to sway to. engineered and mastered by the lovely cameron heck down at whalehouse. please hold these songs tenderly as we do, they're everything to us.
culture crust
culture crust is a song we wrote to honor the built up crust of old show posters on the telephone poles in seattle. likening the physical memory of culture building and growing from the poles unto organic plant growth. inspired by abby's friend RBR's art series on the same subject. this song is a love letter to the music scene of seattle, whose fabric we are honored to be a part of. we made a music video too.
it was dim and i was patient
they're gonna teach me how to beg instead of gnawing at my leg , again. i want it so much it ain't fair. but the taste it takes it takes me there.
you know what it feels like?
you open the door and it's so loud. it's like nothing before, they let you in somehow. the yard's brown and the sun's too bright. on the skyway they built a fence so high from the old place where the breeze rolls in. it feels like i'm on fire.
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