Love seems to be just a little overdemanding
But for what it's worth
Let's keep it all going
As if tomorrow had no end
As if tomorrow had no end
What the fuck are you doing
You said you would call
Oh those little things
Can easily get
On my nerves sometimes
On my nerves sometimes
On my nerves sometimes
I wonder how that makes you feel
I wonder how that makes you feel
While the dogs are growing flowers
We feel the bones in our head
We tend to talk in such a sleepy manner
We're just as good as dead
At least speak out your mind
Don't overwrite the things that you've done
Oh no let's not fight and fuck and fight again
Oh what do I care
While the dogs are growing flowers
We feel the bones in our head
We tend to talk in such a sleepy manner
We're just as good as dead
But when the dogs are growing flowers
It keeps you out of my head
So then you talk oh just a little louder
As if it'd come to an end
As if it'd come to an end
The Alabama duo's fifth album exults in dusty Americana, showcasing rich vocal harmonies alongside blissful folk instrumentation. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 31, 2024
More contemplative folk from the Minnesota singer-songwriter, sustained by raw full-band arrangements and philosophical lyrics. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 28, 2024