Screen on your gravestone no running water
Documents are forged to get us out faster
You're only a pilot if you're flying a plane
And if you try to impress them you've already lost the game
Sun went down across state lines so far away from you
Peeling back the layers of why I miss you like I do
You indulge me every chance I get to make myself a fool
Remember times when I would never miss one as a rule
Went down to the service cave surrounded by the wires
Beauty pageant static and self-extinguishing fires
There's tunnels in the basement the spread out into the town
And every time you use the bed you'll wake up on the ground
Tashmere gridlock, all lore and no plot
Can you put the bones outside the yard
And keep it light when things get hard
String lights on wraparound porches nailed to a tree
Rocking chairs high in the pines as far as you can see
Every night the ghosts leak out the hollows in the bark
Domesticated in the daylight feral in the dark
supported by 8 fans who also own “Tashmere Anthill”
Some catchy tracks on here, and my guy is not afraid to rip a guitar solo. Sounds like Daniel Johnston country at times, and the album cover looks like a hip-hop record. Cidimon Arustavi