1. |
Me and Charlie Bucket
03:41
|
|||
|
Daddy prays an unusual way
Without his clothes, his scars all show
Daddy prays almost every day
Down on his knees, he says God please
Grant me strength, serenity
Or just a happy song for when the day is long
My ears they ring like a telephone
I'm a debtor now, now they know I'm home
I still try to write through all my spite
A pretty tune just to bring us through
There's no silver key to this factory
There's a bitter sweet melody
There's no silver key to this factory
|
||||
2. |
Surface Wake
02:36
|
|||
|
Bird out on the lake, you are an empty plate
Patiently, I will wait to feed
For hallowed is your sound
It resonates through empty space
Quietly rumbling inside me, hunger is a cloud
Patiently I will wait to feed
For hallowed is your sound
Bird, I am ashamed. I play a sickening game
Bullets made from rubber break
Bruises 'neath your down
Bird, don't be afraid. This is a lonely place
You should know you have days to go
For hallowed is your sound
Patiently, I will wait to feed
For hallowed is your sound
Try to call upon her
Bird under the lake, you are an empty plate
Bubbles break on the surface wake
Hallowed is the sound
When bubbles break on the surface wake
Hallowed is the sound
|
||||
3. |
God Damn Near
01:46
|
|||
|
You've got cigarettes and drugs, but you've got no alcohol
And you're still getting laid just for looking weird
Not quite what you wanted
But it's god damn near
Well, it's like cigarettes and drugs, but you've got no alcohol
And you're still getting laid just for looking queer
Not quite what you wanted
God damn, it's god damn near
|
||||
4. |
Alchemy
03:24
|
|||
|
Underneath us, a path I don't trust
We walk slow on the tips of our toes
We grow old
In-between us, a glass filled with lust
It's grown cold
From the tips of our tongues
We turn stone
We grow old
|
||||
5. |
Elephant in a Field
04:28
|
|||
|
Elephant in a field
All lit up, bloody tusks
What did you do?
You've broken out from your room
Did it hold in all your sins
In a trap, and did you snap?
Oh, elephant in a field
Elephant are you real?
If any doubt, it's leaving now
As I wait like bait
Oh, elephant, bloody tusks all lit up
There is thunder rising up from the ground
And I know he must surely take me out
|
||||
Raw Milk recommends:
I performed on the same bill as this duo in Baltimore and really enjoyed the set. Some great recordings here to explore.
go to albumIf you like Raw Milk, you may also like:
Until The Tide Creeps In
by Penelope Isles
Flush with swirls of guitar and hypnotic melodies, the Brighton quartet’s debut album is a dive into psychedelic waters.
go to album
This Could Be Texas
by English Teacher
The UK upstarts' debut veers from sunny, psychedelic folk to bristling post-punk with reckless abandon without ever missing a beat.
go to album
Move To The Trees
by Winter McQuinn
Winter McQuinn mixes soft rock and psychedelic folk for a sound reminiscent of classic pop purveyors like Cut Worms and the Lemon Twigs.
go to album
The Canadian trio's knack for writing bangers plots a steady course through the maelstrom.
go to album
featured on Bandcamp Radio Apr 12, 2024
go to album
