I walked these sidewalks
Through so many years
I got chunks of sidewalk
Coming out of my ears
Same old sidewalk
Same old crowd
Same old distorted feeling
Same old thunder cloud
One in a million
A million in one
All stomping the sidewalk
Polka-dotted with gum
Magical feeling
Cool breeze through my hair
I walked to the park
There aint nobody there
Magical baby
Magical song
Magical sunset
All summer long
Streets been my silence
Streets been my bed
I’ve bled, puked and cried here
And dreamt I was dead
Seen a ton of bad omens
Walked through you fighting with your lover
Stepped over a few purple bodies
And dreamt I was another
The street lamps came on
Fireflies all around
Dreaming of my baby
Somewhere in this town
Stood out front a bar
Watched the people inside
Stepped on my cigarette
And into the night
credits
from Tip of the Sphere,
released February 8, 2019
Otto Hauser: drums
Dan Horne: bass
Dan Iead: guitar
Shahzad Ismaily: moog rogue
Frank LoCrasto: prophet, melotron
Cass McCombs: guitar, vocals
supported by 67 fans who also own “Sidewalk Bop After Suicide”
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
supported by 57 fans who also own “Sidewalk Bop After Suicide”
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