oh my poet in the white grove
my poseidon in the sea foam
madhatter laughing patterns while you’re taking in the show
don’t tell anyone i’m rattled
plucking every flower petal
as more chariots keep entering the battlefield below
i want to find the landing
be the one to find the landing
and be defined by the landing
i kind of want to be the landing
then i want to hide the landing
and someday die on the landing
if i could only find the landing
if we could only find the landing
oh my mother gone too soon
wish you could have heard the loon
couldn’t bring myself to ask but then you showed up in the moon
and my petty little secret,
and i don’t know why i keep it,
is i’m in it for the glory, i don’t care about the view
The gentle lo-fi songs on the latest phoneswithchords LP develop their granular sketches of childhood and coming of age into full portraits. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 25, 2023