and it all keeps coming up
in conversations
i'm having with myself
on the outs
we fill these doubts
with all the thoughts you hold
with a skull made of glass
its easy you blew my mind
now the dead pile up
on your highway shoulders
cause the river was cut off
from the edge of the suburbs
and its only friendly fire
but it still bleeds the same
with a skull made of glass
its easy you knew my name
how do you hide a song
in a record for so long
from all I had become
the wall my foot stands on
to stop these spins
the record always wins
The Alabama duo's fifth album exults in dusty Americana, showcasing rich vocal harmonies alongside blissful folk instrumentation. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 31, 2024