Flowers will grow from my rotting corpse
Like a melody springs from these cowboy chords
The american bombs strip me of my childhood flesh
Need me singing carols for the holidays, wishing them the best
Bulldozed my garden, white phosphorus for my fields
I guess we gotta smile more when the drone strikes maim and kill
Need a better attitude, abt all the bad weather blues
Even if the state is stirring the clouds, mixing in deeper hues
Green bud chimney behind my teeth
Moss on my esophagus, purple hairs on the leaf
In the digital forest, we collect like rain on the uneven floor
Spied on and lied on, we forget before a cough or the roar
Yes, we just need a feed. Magical speech. Radically clean.
Tell us who gets the stick, who gets the meat
Before the big black nothing comes, let me fall back in a dream
Tell us who gets the stick, who gets the meat
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