I dreamed I was a talented shoeman
I'd sprung from a window ledge
Innocent I knew I was housebred
A bullet on a stump
I could not love her
I could not love her
That decorated door
I could not love her
I could not love her
With her arms around her knees
He listened to the sound of the smooth white
Edge, he pat his shirt
Glinting buckles harnessed the moonlight
The cabin torch-disturbed
I could not love her
I could not love her
That decorated door
I could not love her
I could not love her
With her arms around her knees
I could not inherit roads
While he spoke
On the mountain flatlands choked
And you blushed
Up a fiery bush instead
By the floor
Shelter of a bottle cap
And you groped
With your fumbling head up high
Rake the leaves
All alone a paradox
On shore leave
Talking scarlet shafts of sound
In the yard
Cigar smoke does billow up and out
Recorded at home, Six Organs of Admittance's 21st album upholds Ben Chasny's reputation for experimental psych-folk excellence. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 25, 2024