Spanish moss, clouds my vision I am lost.
Peel my sweat soaked clothes off my back,
Bury my face in your neck
Fall asleep and do not dream.
Wake up, covered in sun
The sharp taste of salt hot on my tongue.
Lose my footing.
Meet the ground, hard but sweet.
Take my time till I rise up, onto my feet.
Scratch at the sunburns on my arms and keep on walking.
Driving home
Passing empty fields filled fresh with snow
I am sick
Pushed back and forth by static waves.
Pull over
Trip on something covered
Fall to my knees. Dig till my hands are numb or I find something green
I am a burning car
On the side of the highway
Maybe in the spring when they come with their seeds they will find me.
Lose my footing
Meet the ground, hard but sweet.
Take my time till I rise back onto my feet.
Kiss the cold from my hands
Count the cars as they drive right by
If they come in the spring
I’ll be gone somewhere where the ocean
cannot so easily swallow me.
This is Alyssa's first solo album. It's really beautiful! She is a quiet storm. I often find myself coming back to this album and the stories in it. I also suggest her 2016 seasonal split series! Garrett Walters
I am always in awe of the way Frances's lyrics tumble forward so naturally. This album is so thoughtfully put together. Often very minimalist, but always feeling full & present. It's under my skin. Garrett Walters
A timeless album from one of the all time folk punk greats. I am so grateful for Pat the Bunny having blessed mine and so many other's with their music! This album will always be here for me. junehenryfan4lyfe
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
The Australian folk-pop singer tackles deconstruction, her Christian childhood, and sexuality on her infectious sophomore album. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 14, 2023