Lemons, and tulips, and peaches and,
Two eyes and tulips against my hand
Someone is selling you ecstasy
That's made from the milk of a honey bee
Waiting in lines, all of the time
Choking on vines, paying them fines
Making believe, mother will leave, tonight
Eyes are off and cords are on,
Mine is soft and yours is strong
Staring at the centipedes and
Sharing all the lack of sleep
Your face is made of a continued line
It curves around and slips into a smile
Such a complex shape, that somebody made
When you were just a lake
Chewing on a butterfly
Watching all your brothers die
Drinking maple syrup and
Watch the table burning man
You're full of silver and I'm full of lives
Printed on the paper developed in the wine
When the babies come up from the basement
And the garden snakes makelove in gardens
With the sun and getting wet and muddy
She just laughed and thought it funny
Push your fingers in the grass
Pray to god the rain will last
Tiptoe into Aine's garden
Go to sleep, a war is starting
She's full of sugar and I'm full of lies
Printed on the paper developed in the wine
The great Illuminated Paths label issue another record of hazy, slowed-down sounds. Woozy, surreal, comforting, and absorbing. Bandcamp New & Notable May 29, 2017