a dame with perfect palms
that I let go of
she let go of mine
among the low fly buzz
she’s like sweet persimmon pie
muddied boots will wash away
but her shag will stain my fingers
this draw is overdrawn
she is a countryside
i’d wander her hills into the dawn
cherry pits and freckled sun
she rows me to the water’s yawn
swallowed the amber light
that left all the cornstalks dry
tied a knot in our denim frays
stumble in the damp smoke high
a certain piece of calico gets me dandered up
i’ve got barn sour blues to come back to you x2
soon as i set my cap she’s dyed in my wool
ballad of the salty stone
the wind has gone home
she fills her blanket we’re full as a tick
feels like diggings together unshucked
i’d love to yarn the hours away
bone orchard sunset with calamity jane
internal polka always on my toes
the ground the heels of my boots never know
burning the breeze on palomino wine
her mushroom moon musk is music to mine
her mushroom moon musk is music to mine
music to mine
feels so divine
just like old times
The great underlying instrumentation paired with Florence's droll stream of consciousness lyrics make this album stand out. It feels so personal and confessional. Favorite tracks are Strong Feelings and Leafy. I've heard Scratchard Lanyard on alt radio and love that one as well. tofupotpie
Alvvays has always been great, but with this album they took it to the next level. Every one of these songs is lodged in my brain now, permanently (in a good way). s. moxley