Vinyl of the full-length, limited to 100 copies on black vinyl with silkscreened cover art on chipboard sleeve with obi. Manufactured by Softwax Record Pressing in Philadelphia, PA
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A second pressing of the vinyl of the full-length, limited to 100 copies on purple vinyl with inverted silkscreened cover art on chipboard sleeve with obi. Manufactured by Softwax Record Pressing in Philadelphia, PA
Includes unlimited streaming of Gold Dust
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lyrics
When sadness shows the door
Will I kick it down, or barricade behind it?
Should I show myself out now
Or dragged reluctant, kicking & screaming?
This depression feels like home
It’s fridge is empty, I’m all alone,
It’s perfect.
I know there will come a day
Can’t just trust the worst will pass me by
Might move in & stick around,
If they get unpacked, I’m stuck with them, uninvited
I’m always on the run
But can’t outpace the mourning sun,
It sneaks up on me.
I’ll turn away from the light,
It burns too strong, it’s blinding bright,
But it’s always present.
Defined by mistakes beneficial
By melodies implied
As much an absence of a “something”
As a “something” of it’s own
A blurry midnight memory
Been wondering where do I go
Those times I’ve outsmarted shadows & darkness can’t claim me
Do I burrow under evergreens
In root systems & shallow streams,
Stay hidden under fresh-laid snow,
With frozen leaves packed tight below
While on the surface, overhead
The world still turns, I heard you said,
“All’s well that ends”
Well, all’s well that ends.
supported by 38 fans who also own “All's Well That Ends”
I really liked "Cosmic Cash" a lot but this album is even better. Eight out of twelve tracks are on heavy rotation in my playlists. Papa Jay (Radio Smorgasbord)
supported by 37 fans who also own “All's Well That Ends”
If Wooden Shjips traded their sails for a prairie schooner, this is what you might hear them playing around the campfire at night on the Great Plains: homespun country-rock with a hint of psychedelia. Wonderful stuff, from start to finish. neu-mann