I don't have the dreams I keep hearing about
I can't pretend that I don't try. But I want to stop pretending
We were so content with passing by
And how could I think that it's one or the other?
When it's been so clear from the start -
To live in this world without You,
Here.
I'd have only half a heart
Because it's in my veins
Not to be the same :
blank and
erased and
tied into knots. . .
Turning into chalk and all the blackboard stains
I'd really rather not
Oh no, here I go
Drifting in and out and through the back
"To Escape," she says, "Jump In"
I'm running from my feet as if I ever had a chance
Dreamy, intricate guitar pop from Oakland's Absent City; splashes of accordion, sitar, lap steel, and mandolin add textural richness. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 26, 2020