Were a radia gunslung
Were a murdream boysroom
On a slight of jadeself
Are you tied of drying, rounder?
Dimed a thousand cycles
Come around to meet we
Holding each folding
How are you keeling, rounder?
Were a rounder too
Plant a seed to vulture
Damned to returning
Who married the widow
Were a round man turning, rounder?
Hostess of November
Were the horses clodding
On slick embers going
Past the gamblers odding, rounder
Were a rounder too
credits
from Tip of the Sphere,
released February 8, 2019
Otto Hauser: drums
Dan Horne: bass
Dan Iead: pedal steel
Frank LoCrasto: rhodes, oberheim
Cass McCombs: guitar, vocals
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
An earthy yet somewhat chilly record about life, death, and reconnection, the latest from LOMA experiments with a turn towards the gloomy. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 16, 2024
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