cool air through an open door
and the sense of an ending
you've never seen spring here before
but already you're leaving
and I am stuck behind the bus on portland street
singing big time to myself
the way we did all those times last summer
you said you hate it but you don't
"bangs of rain on your glass"
"a gasoline rainbow"
cliché lines you've saved
what for, you don't know
it's funny how all these things come together
the storm sounding bored outside
incessant drops in our dirty sink
behind your quiet guitar
Warped electronic tones populate the latest from Willowbranches, curling and twisting into fascinating sonic shapes. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 12, 2022