the parish welcomed me with open arms right at the crossroads of the world/I looked
into the tapestry/I crossed my eyes with open arms amongst the ministry, so I could
hide from that sad tragic world outside/ crosses come from ashes turn to earth and then
once more are born again/ let’s attend/ mass we’re takin lashes rendering ourselves
inert but pious men/ let’s pretend/ order of the sun who’s rays we couldn’t dare to
sweep, a call to arms a wall to keep us from the heat/as the fog blankets like sleep, I
woke up I’m creepin jean back on the street/ I still don’t know a thing
Recorded in a shipping container, the Australian artist's quirky second album is a love letter to 70’s classic rock, folk, and psychedelia. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 15, 2023