Trudging through the desert
You know you're a fool to be out here on your own
What spell you must be under
On a walkabout so cruel through desperate parts unknown
Those boundless empty plains
Of faithlessness and spite
With no end in sight
I won't leave you here
An ocean of malaise
And we've both got the bends
This feeling never ends
I have to go
But you don't ever think about what's beneath your feet
Ancient causeways sanded down like cashmere on concrete
Daguerreotypes hang on the wall
A pleasant silence from the hall
Maybe it was real after all
The former frontman of the Pains of Being Pure at Heart lets loose with a passionate, Dylan-esque record full of razor-sharp lyricism. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 2, 2021