I like the sound of anchor chains
The whistle of a train
Something in the humming
Of a single-engine plane
Going somewhere
But nowhere fast
When morning takes the nighttime
With syllables and soft rhyme
That old cold comfort crazy bright
As any light in my mind
I can see the future
As it lie
Time flies like a sparrow
Being chased by death
Fruit flies like the flesh
Of rotting peaches
When they taste their best
I used to write love letters
To the villain in my dreams
Never heavy-handed
Always firm, but short and sweet
Sometimes even bad guys
Know they are
Only for the chorus
Would she ever sing along
Her saddest childhood memory
Was her favorite country song
Nothing else could make her feel
So tall
Time flies like a sparrow
Being chased by death
Fruit flies like the flesh
Of rotting peaches
When they taste their best
When you're down at the bottom
Of your last empty pocket
Or your higher than your hopes have ever been
I’ve laid down a lot when
The only bed to sleep in
Was on fire or too cold to call a friend
I like the sound of feeling strange
The turning of a page
Something in the humming
Of a single-engine plane
Going somewhere
But nowhere fast
I’m going somewhere
But nowhere fast
Sweet harmonies & strummed melodies; the duo delve into decades-old folk, jazz, and country to find a timeless kind of love and connection. Bandcamp New & Notable May 23, 2018
This New Haven duo write bright and emotionally resonant folk music where sweeping strings elevate gorgeous melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 23, 2021