same six old hymns, broken bottle limbs, outstretched, desperate, looking for a friend. whiskey, keep me warm, so my bones don't ache and hurt. where the frozen limbs of birch trees are the frost-bitten fingers of the earth. i tried to get away. even the freedom of movement is a goddamn cage we built of broken trust and trauma, we forgot how to feel safe. so just leave me alone. when i die, bury me by your dead dog's bones. soak my body in the wine we use to kill our time and use the empty bottle as my gravestone. stumblin' round downtown, tightly wound, breakin' down, turn around, turn around. wine bottle, slow it down, tell my brain 'don't make a sound,' turn around, turn around. that sick in your head starts to swell, you numb yourself, 'cos you're not well. can't say the words stuck in your throat, damned if you do, damned if you don't. out of step, reachin' out, trying to find some solid ground and just fallin' down. screaming out to the crowd, someone pull me out before i drown. stuck in my ways, it's just the key the song plays in. never changing. my mind is too loud, i need to dumb it down. i'm going down, down, down. it's not a fine wine, it doesn't get better with time. searchin' for somethin', rollin' down this old main line, down this old main line.
fell into Days n' Daze when I was travelling, thanks to some of my road dogs. I don't have that freedom anymore but I feel a piece of it Everytime I listen to their music. love y'all! thefool309
Beautifully played and full of moving vocal performances, the Bay Area singer/songwriter's latest is a stellar work of art. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 3, 2023