Sometimes we fight in number, and sometimes we hide. Sometimes we know defeat, sometimes we die. But when you've got a mouthful of stars, and enough boots to make a good show, make it so.
--> Blowdogs
We struggle to love
Our communist scars
We drove off the edge
Into a mouthful of stars
Into the blue & the gray
With the blowdogs b-blowing away
We all missed what we craved
And the play of light on
The sea was exhausting
Half mast flags
We're burn down the fort
And digging up the graves of the slain
We struggle to love
Our communist scars
We drove off the edge
Into a mouthful of stars
Into the blue & the gray
With the blowdogs b-blowing away
We all missed what we craved
And the play of light on
The sea was exhausting
from a balm from tropical nature LP (2021), released June 24, 2021
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