Blood drains into a lunar tide
Puddles pooling into the sky
The cycle spins – shake the water out
A second skin started by a drought
They say it’s the end of things
Prophets, blood, smoke that stings
On the corner a man’s telling me
Stories of home and what will be
Drown your trouble in the lake tonight
Change is coming - see it in her eyes -
Water’s rising - the boat is filling up
A lost horizon spilling from a cup
How far until we reach the shore?
How deep is the ocean floor?
Knots learned to sail this ship
Tie weights that are the end of it
To the right of Venus, the prophets of doom
Cornerstones of a rounded room
Time to cash in, with darkness commune
24 months and a quarter ‘til soon
Vapor of smoke and the planets humming
Catch the last breath of what we’re becoming
What are we becoming?
Did you wake up to see it align?
Eclipse what’s near, blacken the sky
Who’s the witness, the tick of a clock?
Time’s a compass, stumble then walk
The sun will sing your favorite tune
Rings on trees, a hush in the room
South locks eyes with east and then
The end begins and happens again
Inspired by life in lockdown, Fuzzy Jones's new astral folk EP is sobering but playful, girded with expansive production and ample wit. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 18, 2020
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