In a musty room, eyelids heavy and
The smell of mold under the couch
And in my hand
A single word, oh no, a single syllable
Coursing through my veins
The sound of letting go.
In a coffee cup, in a paper bag
The smell of something sour
You run away like tag
But I will follow you
Until my lungs deflate
Like wooden splinters
We're swapping love for hate.
I'm not tired. I'm afraid.
But I'm trying really hard to stay awake.
In my basement, you ask what I'm writing
Turn the page over, but I can see you trying
To look over it
And my heart it pounds
When you stand so close
I can hear the sound.
I'm not tired. I'm awake.
Or I'm trying really hard to stay awake.
I'm trying, I'm trying
Not to make a mistake again.
But I'm still in love, and I can't shut myself up
Or act the way I should.
And I don't want to freak out my friends,
I freak out my friends,
I freak out my friends,
And then throw my breath about
Everything I am and ever was:
Nothing.
With “In Silver Halides,” Lowpines have created a collection of rich, textured, deeply-felt rock songs abounding in small sonic details. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 26, 2018