I felt betrayed by my own insides, and I felt shame when I prayed that you'd die. But I don't want to feel anything at all if I don't have to, cause it can be so cruel. I should be patient, and eat the ancient carrion, my wayward son. But I don't want to be anything at all if I don't have to, (still) nothing's nothing too.
Dreamy, intricate guitar pop from Oakland's Absent City; splashes of accordion, sitar, lap steel, and mandolin add textural richness. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 26, 2020