Call me thine. Hand over "now"
Hand on the forgetting
None enrolled can overcome
can row against
the promise of the moment
I see you with arms
with the moment I caught you in the air
You in forgetting tell symbols the bed is
what one woman leaves it
but I pick the letters apart
You the rope, I the ankle it ties
when the forgotten becomes thee
I'm the unwritten, withdrawing in line
to our tethering mercy.
Artful outsider post-pop with a lot of noise and a touch of jangle from one of Denver’s most forward-thinking musical projects. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 4, 2016