1. |
Acadia
03:49
|
|||
|
When I hear that "Pavement" song
about being so drunk in the late August sun
I get a cigarette hand-passed down by God.
When I lit it up it was a joint - He said,
"That one was for missing the point."
I still don't get it & you're always on my mind.
Now:
I grow crop circles in my garden,
I chase my heart full of hope and desire,
Now:
I could happily lie down and die.
Still,
All the darkness in the world can't put out a single candle.
I knew you better when I didn't know myself yet. I didn't get one back, though they said that they would write me back and I still think they meant it
But why, and for how long?
Star of Wonder blinked for us in Acadia and he was sensible enough not to tell us what it meant-
|
||||
2. |
Jonathon Crossroads
04:37
|
|||
3. |
Light in August
06:43
|
|||
4. |
Evil Music is Good Music
04:36
|
|||
5. |
You Are A Crow
06:40
|
|||
6. |
||||
7. |
Don't Shoot The Hell Dog
03:03
|
|||
|
She will be out here on my porch, shouting "Jesus! It's cold."
I saw her as a blessing because I was praying too much.
I was asking for a lot; it's morning, and I'm already fried
you wanted to see the light
The radio says, "You'll be loved again" but - what if I don't want to be?
What if that sounds like a threat to me?
|
||||
8. |
||||
|
Jesus was a sheep, was a woman, was blood
was blood running through my body like water
Chickens get a taste of my meat now
Chickens get a taste of my meat now
My old man Coyote puts cowgirl in his coffee
she looks just like a dead cunt
& I am struck quiet by it
I am left with her red (rape) sunglasses
No costume at the halloween party
that makes me an easy target I guess
she wore red sunglasses
partly cus opossum is playing dead with her compassion
again
and she's gone now- I think I wanna be gone,
wanna be gone too-
And today I was feeling a certain way
I'm down by the river filling up my double spine
Today I was feeling a certain way
I'm down by the river filling up my double spine
So it's beer in the morning for breakfast
again
and time runs out faster than I can smoke myself out of myself
ran into myself in the "Dog Hell"
and she's gone now, I think I want to be gone too
|
||||
August West Portland, Maine
green light!
swamp swan,
old man coyote
aint got no swash
poem and songs by August West
If you like August West, you may also like:
Looking Out My Window
by CARLENE
Drift away with these dreamlike songs from reclusive folk singer CARLENE, who pairs evocative lyrics with hushed arrangements.
go to album
Sweet and honest bedroom pop made with the sparest of instrumentation and topped with poetically melancholy lyrics.
go to album
Virtual Heaven
by Infinity Crush
Despite its themes of isolation and loneliness, Caroline White's latest batch of folk-pop confessionals is an LP brimming with confidence.
go to album
Dope indie leaning, folk inflicted, pop record, pieced together in 5 bedrooms spanning Brooklyn to Chicago.
go to album
Fragile as Humans
by Emily Barker
Australian singer-songwriter explores self-examination, loneliness, and post-pandemic malaise through delicate, empathetic folk pop.
go to album
Irish singer-songwriter Oisin Leech's acoustic folk music is characterized by its muted beauty and intimate, solitary quality.
go to album
The haunting new record from Canadian folk artist Avi C. Engel bridges old and new traditions with a minimalist approach.
go to album
