Crows sing, early morning. Just before sunrise. Our night spent with the guilt until morning light. We share a cigarette, burdens and shame. Our lungs heavy in bliss, our arms sore from the weight. I may be a sinner, forsaken and damned, selfish with pride for the touch of her hand. Our lips speak in secrets, our tongues lie in verse. Our hearts slow with the guilt. Our love our only recourse. And I will hold you close with the ebb and flow. Though the tides may turn, we won’t. I will hold you tight like an anchor line through the cruelest seas at night. “Keep me like an old tune, something borrowed and blue. Bury me sound asleep beneath the boards in your room. I love you still and true. So watch me move at your will just like the tides for the moon.”
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Before this album I'd only ever really listened to Lament and Dead Horse X; I've never been -that- familiar with touche amore but this blasted them from being a band I enjoyed on occasion to an absolute favorite, one I feel connected with personally, intimately. I feel understood which is a rare experience. sleepy_foxie
Winter McQuinn mixes soft rock and psychedelic folk for a sound reminiscent of classic pop purveyors like Cut Worms and the Lemon Twigs. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 16, 2024
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Musically this feels more experimental for La Dispute reminding me of their Here, Hear releases. Very atmospheric and easy to lose your self in. Perfect for the next time you’re contemplating your existence. (Also found out the guitarist builds his own pedals and used them on this record; neato!) Mikey