Wait up,
I’m feeling like you just made this up,
so you can brush it off.
Wait there, I think I see,
how I can catch you up,
we’re both still far from the top.
Race me far,
from the sun,
stars escape us as we run.
Wait for me to speak up,
truly we only talk when we don’t know where we are.
Skies went black, then all the rivers went dry,
it’s hard to keep in track.
Some of them told us,
take just one step too far
and you won’t be coming back.
90s alternative of the Pacific Northwest persuasion is given a lushly lo-fi update on this existential guitar record from Prathloons. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 10, 2022