sleepless for months, legs swollen like swamp meat
the monitor beep, hearts holding rhythm in 7/3
Somewhere inside, there's a me praying for my health
Somewhere far off, there's a final eternal rest
sick for months, cant breathe too deep
Holy hell, sacks of pain holding water behind my knees
Stuttering heart dancing to a pocketless lonesome
When you're this sick, there's no room to pretend
world dont care if you're sick
everything is transactional relationships
so no disciples or infinite love in the town square
We’d pay for a beheading and complain for a bigger bill
Dead stare at the ceiling, pulsing pain in the hip
Can’t even piss, dry urine clouds spitting from the lip
Somewhere outside, there’s weather rolling by
Somewhere near by, there’s rain dancing between the pines
Hurts to sit up, the bed’s sinking like a coffin
Can’t catch my breath, ribs creaking with caution
No breathe deeper than a stain on a rag
Like the drip in the drag and blood on the flag
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