Little leaf in the river, no control or complications, caught against a stone no way to come down.
It’s the coffee at midnight, and the whiskey at dawn, takes away your courage until the moment is gone.
What a time, my darling, to be living alone.
It’s the quicksand molasses, it’s the vertigo ride
It’s the vertical bars of the patio blinds
It’s the deadbolt that breaks, it’s the words from my mouth
When the car doesn’t start so I can chase you down
What a time, my darling, to be living alone.
It’s the sound that the road makes, when you’re there the first time, that vibrates and grabs you, and you fall out of line.
It’s your fear that’s a liar, and speaks louder than hope. Weakens your lungs, slowly filling with smoke.
One of the best local bands I've ever heard. Great friends of ours. I can't tell you how many times I've listened to "Aging Truths". Ferdinand the Bull
This New Haven duo write bright and emotionally resonant folk music where sweeping strings elevate gorgeous melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 23, 2021