We built a home, We built a home
We built a build a baby
And we built a poem
Black hat and an umbrella,
Somebody should tell her
Where her baby's gone
Fingers all long and a
Blue disco
And blue organ
And his blue organs
Chest flowers in his
Red garden
All turned up sideways
And his burnt eyelids
And he can't see me if I
Come runnin' holdin'
Up my hand and
Setting fire to our
New home
Blue fingers and his
Blue bird and it's
Done flyin' and it's
Done flyin' and it's
Done flyin'
The great Illuminated Paths label issue another record of hazy, slowed-down sounds. Woozy, surreal, comforting, and absorbing. Bandcamp New & Notable May 29, 2017