1. |
Madonna's My Mistress
04:43
|
|||
|
Madonna’s my mistress
Her baby, her angel
She’s a motion picture figure
Swinging from screen to screen
The ecstasy of Saint Francis
He left the audience in strain
Venus in a half shell
Virgins skinny, lay in the drapes
But she isn’t worried
She knows they will stay the same
Dog fight at the doors
Drinks mix into the floor
|
||||
2. |
||||
|
Theres a girl who calls me
On New Years eve
Your lips, my spine
All previously seen
I ask “How long has it been?
How often are you here?”
I suppose I don’t have room to talk
Off this balcony I could walk
I ask “How long will it last?
How often am I there?“
Happy New Years eve
Happy New Years day
In a few hours i’ll join you
In a few hours i’ll be there
In the new age
In your modern day
Something slow and warm
Is all I need
Something to bring me back
To the ground
Bobbing around the air
I’m neither here or there
I will give you a call
When and where I land
|
||||
3. |
||||
|
They greet me out on the islands
Where the lilies bloom and shimmer with the diamonds
Landing on the coast, near the sea
Watching the cars come and go
Watching the people exit their planes
I’m sure it’s fun for the cameras
I’m barley even here anymore
As evidenced by the frozen roads
I think I’m losing steam on repeating melodies
Though the piece had great movement, though the piece had great swing
Or maybe it’s just the drinks
Common procedure these days
Now i’ve fallen beneath a good photo of some palm trees
Aside silhouettes sharing time on the balcony
The rug, it hums
And the floor, it floods
Coming together between blue and green
I’m sure it’s fun to see
|
||||
4. |
Black Coffee
03:18
|
|||
|
I don’t wanna sleep, that would be too easy
I’ll sell the time, for future use
To keep pushing through
The lucid world around you
Suppressed by the breeze
It’s all black coffee to me
This floor is gonna crack someday
Between the pigeons and picture frames
The hornets nests and death bed breaths
Floating around, forging a ghost town
Burning through the highways gaze
Letting the light burst from the maze
Oh Gabriella, before you move to fast
Oh Gabriella, can’t you dance
Did you bring me catastrophe
And how is it as company
Don’t sing me scripts
All benches and beeswax
All gasoline and sour grapes
Colonial homes and marina gates
I am here and I’m breathing
I am here and i’ll be leaving
Suspended in the breeze
It’s all black coffee to me
|
||||
5. |
||||
|
(Before The Morning)
Before the morning, the stars were stalling
Fixated on the grass
The shapes were strange, forming from change
As clear as the air and glass
All these Freudian slips
I can’t begin to explain
She says “You’re lookin’ rough these days”
I think I look the same
Way past the evening, she said “You’re my father”
I said “No, on my mother”
The sundries of our shadows, moved through the mist
Soon to decay and solipsist
To late for an ending
The stars will show again
Her calls come in triplicates
And fade into ambience
(In Fredericksburg)
I can’t fold now, that is weakness
I can’t slow down, not now, not now
Escape the lights, clinging to the air
Avoid the noise cutting our ears
Where is Anna?
In Fredericksburg? In Fredericksburg?
Ah
|
||||
6. |
||||
|
I awoke to the mountains and their twists
To ash and snow fallin’
I could hear the drums hummin’
I could see the slopes swimmin’
To watch the trees crumble down
To watch the smoke merge with the clouds
To watch the flames fever the town
On the day Aspen, Colorado burned to the ground
|
||||
7. |
Takoma Park
03:20
|
|||
|
Before the flood, I was here
It should have felt like the first time
You get what you pay for
I don’t accept the trains coming my way
But i’ll ride them anyway
It’s a stunning series of sounds
Allowing for a sentence to be formed
Day one, day two, day three, there’s more
Just take it in, let it calm the nerves
It should have felt like the last time
But it felt like a tired song coming from a tired set of lips
You get what you pay for
When you’re spending time in Takoma Park
|
||||
Yin Waster Chicago, Illinois
Yin Waster is the musical project from Griffin Mang and Gabe Huff. Together the pair craft "Gas Station Folk" a combination of groovy psychedelic riffs and pastoral tenderness that is sure to bring bliss to your ears :-)
If you like Yin Waster, you may also like:
Not Getting What You Want, One Step at a Time
by Imp of Perverse
Getting some serious Dean Wareham vibes from this Texas bedroom project that’s anything but lo-fi.
go to album
without the luxury of perpetual lamentation EP
by regal murk
The new EP from the aptly named regal murk is a striking piece of work, thick rivers of guitar swallowing tender vocal melodies.
go to album
Occult psych-folk in the '70s U.K. tradition that further affirms the historical link between Appalachian and British folk songs.
go to album
Melatonin Doomsday Blues
by Strange Magic
Home-produced, sun-warped indie rock with wry wit and charming jangle from New Mexico's Javier Romero.
go to album
Continue Normal Living
by Absent City
Dreamy, intricate guitar pop from Oakland's Absent City; splashes of accordion, sitar, lap steel, and mandolin add textural richness.
go to album
featured on Bandcamp Radio Feb 17, 2015
go to album
Rootsy cosmic Americana with good time family vibes from Glendale, California.
go to album
