Fog brings the heat during the fall and not much more
Car brings me home and my boots crack on the floor
Dead tired I’m sighing, I’m happy that you’re not awake
To see the nightly routine I can never shake
I pray, quietly
And I hope you never see
You’ve made me stop believing
that my life’s been planned from the beginning
Mason jars filled up with vinegar fill up with gnats
The back of the car carried all of our robes and our hats
Heat hurts so bad, either keeping too much in or it’s my diet
You looked up a list of churches, said you wanted to try it
Phil makes sometimes quiet, sometimes ear shattering, always pretty and dense records and this one is no different. As big as all outdoors and as small as a small wooden shack, as to be expected. al Riggs
Dance to this all night and then the morning and then the afternoon until your legs turn to noodles or the landlord starts a-knocking on your floor/their ceiling with a broom. Whichever happens first. al Riggs
Landlady live is a force of nature, on record they are just as gorgeous and anxious as they are in the Flesh World. More Nervous Energy for those who like tremendous drumming and proper earworms. al Riggs