I remember
Back in Boston
How the light quivered from your mouth
And you hoped on my behalf
For something pure
Something tame
And you’re dancing as you’re walking
Started talking to the homeless man
And I know that there is something
That I can’t make you understand
I can’t drag you here
I wait beneath the moon
The wolves are coming soon
Let’s save the afternoon
Don’t follow me to the moon
We’re laughing
Distracted
I feel light when I kiss your mouth
And I float on your surface
As the sea turns black
And you look like someone’s sister
In that wolf shirt we loved so much
And I wish that I’d never learned
What it means to be tame
In our primes we’re still ugly
Elites resigned to the suffering mass
Alone in every moment
Humanized by the offspring
You wake me up from my stress-dream of
The haunting, endless moments
Killing time on the subway
The night you said that you loved me and
The soul of every moment
credits
from Carps in the Mud,
released December 25, 2022
vocals with Kay Ingulli
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
Smooth, sophisticated pop with neoclassical flourishes from the Berlin-based duo of Fabian Till and Birk Buttcherey. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2024