brother you don't need to turn away
father you still breathe blackened lungs everyday
separate we stay, two silvered clouds above the haze
i buried your name as a soft and lonely thing
so make me a wound inside your palm
and hold hands with strangers in the warm september sun
a grave of lessons and broken teeth will bury me
from underneath, i saw that love's a silly thing
mother you don't need to keep digging through those weeds
we'd set fires down the street, you'd be praying on your knees
the sky is just as such, a black and often wicked little crutch
i swear it in your name, to think these things has always felt too vain
so build me a nest inside your heart
i'll sing you songs about how i never learned the right way to grow up
a grave of nothings and false beliefs will bury me
from underneath, i saw that love's a silly thing
from underneath, i saw that love's a lonely thing
from underneath, i saw that love's a stupid thing
from underneath, i saw that love's a silly thing
Lo-fi, strummy, & fuzzy, this recording project from Jared Sparkes of Michigan band Don't lives in the zone where bedroom pop meets garage. Bandcamp New & Notable May 26, 2022
The title of this one is a good indication of what’s in store: wonderfully bleak ambient music conjuring funereal atmospheres. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 29, 2022