I dream that I may glide so high above this tower
Don't the people look delicious just like sprinkles on a cake?
Where petroleum disaster leaves its initials signatured
In chemical alignment all these white smears in the air
But am I there?
Am I really way up there?
It's that scene in Santa Sangre where the elephants are tortured
Forcing on me an effigy to believe it was faked
If we double up the kindling angels may read in our sirens
Drop treats down from their highest to our asphalt covered lair
But do I care?
Do I even care?
Licking memories that sting
Like beeswax holding up my wings
They say don't get close to the source
Hell I've never wanted anything more
Than otherworldliness
To be like other girls you've kissed
They say don't get close to the source
Hell I've never wanted anything more
Oh Trico
Child of pain and Beast of its Own Control
Oh Trico
If I get any closer I won't know how to let go
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
Baker follows up her recent debut album with an Audiotree Live performance during which her powerhouse voice simply shines. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 12, 2016