a patch of the print from the album art of the split. hand screenprinted, ships with flowers, twigs, and stickers.
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cassette
Cassette + Digital Album
handmade cassette of the split, edition of 25. ships with flowers, stickers, and other art.
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Handmade CD
Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
handmade CDs of my eyes will see air if my lungs erupt. ships with some dried flowers, art, etc.
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lyrics
i grew up with a cowboy he was tall with plastic arms
i was too scared to toss him off the house
i grew up with this kind of fear
i grew up with a helmet made of gold and a plastic sword.
one brave move away from coming clean about
the number id still like to bash
if given the chance ill run away
a caged cathedral at least
a barn between two trees
fill the fireplace with leaves
blow clouds the smoke the girl out
what do I expect from the house ive moved out from
the bones that changed the breeze for me are now rattling at my feet
supported by 5 fans who also own “clouds from lungs that stretch my skin [Valerie Flor]”
"on days where I feel big it's hard to remember I'm not
on days where I feel small it's hard to remember the ants I've stepped on"
wow that's nice, and i also do not have a gender. good, relatable, nicee. Autumn Prince
An album of grief, hope, and transformation from indie rock/folk artist al Riggs that soars on melancholic melody and thoughtful lyrics. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 7, 2022
Delicate, plangent indie rock from this Toronto singer-songwriter, who here explores the many aspects of depression. Bandcamp New & Notable May 30, 2018
supported by 4 fans who also own “clouds from lungs that stretch my skin [Valerie Flor]”
I kind of hate spoken word, because it always seems like someone trying to sound so important while talking about nothing. Not so here: Briar's lyrics blend modestly into a collage of placid folk and angry post-rock, and themselves contain some amazing imagery. Marshall Lochbaum