Pile of cash- Trash
Pinched into a butterfly by a rubber band
Where are you my brothers that I may share these spoils?
Where are you my sisters that I may repay my debt?
What a lot it is to spend this trash alone
What a lot it is, what a lot it is…
The garbage dump may have turned
Into a recycling center
But it looks exactly the same
The same broken bed frames,
Soggy cardboard, gulls
Same trash I saw here when I was a kid
In fact, this used to be our playground
In American Canyon
Where Walmart employees and customers
Are one and the same
They’ve even built apartments here
To add a residential coffin to the bargain
Guess I’ll stay forever and work for the company store
Where are you? Where are you?
Where are you to share these spoils, this sacred American trash?
Black as my soul is, don’t leave me here alone
Here to fall into the bottomless canyon of nightmares
Falling, falling, falling…
In American Canyon
Where trucks and homes are bigger
The cops are moistly white
And they have a recycling center
And a Walmart
credits
from Tip of the Sphere,
released February 8, 2019
All instruments: CM
supported by 70 fans who also own “American Canyon Sutra”
As I listen to this album more and more I start discover aspects that I hadn't felt before. My love for every individual track continues to grow, but Change has remained in my heart as a deep drive to get me through the day. seonghi
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Maybe the best thing David ever did, which makes me extremely sad. A Jews record in all but name, but more direct in its lyricism without losing that indescribable feeling, that beauty and sorrow and lighthearted sarcasm all rolled into one profound set of lyrics that are David Berman. Not to mention the band playing on the record is probably the best Berman ever recorded with. Rest in Peace DCB. jack_thorn16
Terry Venemous is releasing new music every 3 weeks this year. His latest EP is sumptuous art pop with a wry sense of detachment.
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This is undoubtedly my single favorite album of all time. It feels like such a perfect culmination of all the themes and ideas Fleet Foxes has been working with since 2008. It answers many of the questions found on both Helplessness Blues and Crack-Up, and represents an incredible maturation and growth in Robin Pecknold's perspective. Their other albums are certainly masterpieces, but this, in my opinion, is their magnum opus. I doubt it will be recognized as such in its time. isaiah_stuart