He walked, he walked, he walked
through this crowd, like he'd danced with all the strangers
and he talked, he talked, he talked
like he'd sung us all to sleep from different stages
Like we'd eaten out of his hand and we'd cried out of his mouth
So we danced, we danced, we danced
like he danced, like a forest on fire
Our fingers licking the sky, then reaching higher
So I won't save a sadder song for him, not for him
This is not a feeding frenzy but you'd smell blood in calmer water's throes
You're so good at seeding envy but that don't need no room to grow
It's spring again, it's spring again
we can sweat away all them memories and regrets
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I heard this song on welcome to nightvale years ago and only recently looked into the story behind this song. I sobbed listening to it for the first time after and the connection I feel to this song is unbelievable Asteraceae
Dreamy indie rock a la Duster/Sparklehorse with interesting with dynamic shifts and subtle hooks to keep things moving along. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 23, 2024