If wooden things are olden
And a saw brings their dust,
And dunking chains of golden
Into water grows their rust,
Then breaking's not a reason
Not to put a thing together
That's Life, Anyway.
Caution is not a ball-roller
But it's soothed in practice.
Unless, each and all tomorrows
Bring unwillingness to change.
So design all the instructions
Knowing some materials breathe.
That's Life, Anyway.
Like we feel fatter in the winter
Cooped up in our trough of broth.
Looking good for one another,
An easy goal of no weight loss.
And yes, the body it is breaking
And the skin is growing moss.
Youth is poor wish making,
Waisting away is the purpose and the cause.
Guitar-wielding duo from Queens, New York, drop atmospheric debut LP, recorded in an ex-bowling alley under a cafe. Bandcamp New & Notable May 25, 2015
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