I've told lies, I've cut ties, and I've fled my life without a last goodbye. But I'm alive, here, where the shoreline meets the cliff side in the splendor of stalled time. Where the air is sweet like it's always been. I'm taking steps towards permeance, towards the "now" and away from "then" in the hope I'll "find myself" again... In the shadow of a cliff I'm different, farther down the beach than we ever walked together. I stand in the shadow of a pact: we said we'd meet in Port Townsend "no matter what might happen." But all I see behind me is history dividing -- a single set of footprints splitting off from two and trying to find their way back from hiding into the strange plunge of the exciting. Later I am breathless as I turn my back to The Moon, flashing smiles and meeting eyes with someone new. To find my way back from hiding into the strange plunge of the exciting.
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this album is like if vampire weekend and the front bottoms merged and made a band with nate ruess. it's at once fucking beautiful and catchy, and nostalgic and kinda fucky feeling in a really cool way. and the trumpet on James Taylor is goddamn inscrutable whalleyrulz
The Philadelphia group sharpen their hooks and internal dyanmics for a fun and non-dorky take on power pop anyone can get behind. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 26, 2024