And you were your father's favorite girl then.
I can still hear his boots clack on the floor now...
Then in places I heed him before.
You remember the smell of his breath, his clothes,
those things that he made you place in your home.
Photo albums soon to be burned out, yeah...
See him rise by the floor of the sea, chained
by the seaweed? I saw red lights come on and hone
the blessed, the wicked God of greed.
“Write The Soil Lighter” is full of beguilingly mysterious folk-adjacent music, shrouded in shadow and atmospherics. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 30, 2023