Let’s say you were born in Denver in 1963
You might stay forever, or at least til you turn three
You might take off for Oklahoma, or head north to Omaha
And by the time you learn to read what’s right
You’ll be off somewhere not too far
On Sundays I would ride in the back seat of the Dodge
Across the slowest river, over to the Iowa side
I’d look out to where some people come from
Through the rows of green
Watch the smoke rising, and the fires burning the ditches clean
If you take one step
If you take one step, you’ll be asked to take a thousand
When a fire is burning, it’s best not to stand too still
When you’re opened to your weakness, wisdom comes as wisdom will
And when a heart is worried, pray to the saints of casualties
And look in all directions and see what you can see
Cause nobody is going to tell you
You get to find out for yourself
Hypnotic and texturally dense post-punk wound around elemental grooves from Vulture Feather, featuring members of Wilderness. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 13, 2023