Verse:
Over half is gone,
Low as i could erase ties.
Get full, mother insists it,
Beem a drunk from a past life.
No fair, over the hill,
Busted your caboose.
Darlin', that won't do
When you're needed here.
Chorus:
As a grey ghost,
Slips it's way up in your nose,
And it feels good,
Everybody said it woul,
We lay host,
to a sickness we both know,
And will be found,
Frozen in the middle of the woods.
Verse:
Get drunk cause it fills the time,
And it makes her laugh,
Cant fish in the pond,
Cause it taste too blue.
I poured all of my booze out
Working on the hole
I filled up in the sky
Where i want to go when I die.
The haunting new record from Canadian folk artist Avi C. Engel bridges old and new traditions with a minimalist approach. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 24, 2024