Good morning sinners. Good evening, you fiend.
We’re drilling the floors of heaven, without body or means.
Its a collective belief. The hot sleek glow of the knife.
It cuts through time. Symbols of culture and the geist.
Mist of a lexicon. Holy amber in the tree of life.
We’re all aiming for the womb, grave for the marble bite
Deny the body and a certain organic entropy.
Join the forming cloud of our conscious singularity
Bless me with the ache of another sunday morning rise
Biscuits and peace. Little green for my mind.
Good morning sinners. Good morning, my loves.
Hope we all tidy up. For our own sake’s enough.
Hope you stop drinking. Learn to give the way you dream.
Speak the way you act. Stop tossing milk for the cream.
It ain’t the people. Less the ppl are closer to the real you.
If you can change at any time, then whatchu got to lose
Bury that old cocoon. Use your hands and eyes for love.
I swear by the grace of different us. You will always be enough.
The woozy indie rock on this EP is perfect for cruising down an empty highway on a summer afternoon, top down, volume up. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 16, 2022
With “In Silver Halides,” Lowpines have created a collection of rich, textured, deeply-felt rock songs abounding in small sonic details. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 26, 2018
Avi Buffalo had a hand in producing this cassette of Lowpines' serene, self-described "Lo-fi-Anglo-Americana pop songs." Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 28, 2016