i will walk to your house anytime
i dream of burying myself in my mind when im alone,
to remain in two places at all times
like your whistling mother calling you home
i am a dog begging for its bone
i am your friend, always you know
i will speak to a river that knows all the answers
i will walk through the woods with a twinkling dancer
i will slam my fist to the wall until it is over
cause you wont stop acting like a perishable party goer
we sat by the river with a torn up raft
i thought about it in the wonderful warm draft of my undergroud
i slam down the telephone because i fucking hate it
and i am aware of all your marvelous magical cages
i first met ben mccormick at my middle school geography bee. thank goodness i dropped my guitar pick next to him. he picked it up and said "do you like eric clapton?" the rest is history :-) Will Orchard
The gentle lo-fi songs on the latest phoneswithchords LP develop their granular sketches of childhood and coming of age into full portraits. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 25, 2023