Everything is such a mess
A slow motion train wreck
Like a scribble on a page
I could always make it into something
But I got nothing
Never been hung up on success
This failure hangs heavy in my chest
Like a little ball of rage
I could always find the words to sing
But I can’t sing
Searching for tiny bits of progress
Never been this kind of depressed
A yellow bird in a cage
I could always see the coming spring
I can’t see anything
I know, I know my life is blessed
I’ll just start it all again i guess
Working minimum wage
I could always learn doublethink
but I can’t think
Sell all the shit that we posses
Debating our change of address
Cleanse it all with sage
I could always make myself believe
I don’t believe
Helping you take off your dress
It’s a very delicate process
A preview of our old age
You could always use me like your sling
Or your anything
If I could time travel to late October
Would you just fill in all the gaps?
Was there a hostile takeover?
Where did we land on the map?
Did my head need to be rewired?
Did I pull on too many threads?
Are there pieces left to be picked up?
How many goodbyes have been said?
How do we start moving forward?
Or should we just start moving back?
If we could weave it back together
Would we do it all over again?
And again and again
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