got to cry like a saint
for the ceaseless pain of the world
the confusion, the certain doom,
the masks we bought in dying webstores
act out through material repression
the lies we live and got to defend
to act 14 till we die of shadow wounds
hating anyone with a stirring pen
Got to cry like a saint
Climb the cross and die in the heat
Built to hold the blades of daggers
Men I use to trust and feed
Got to cry like a saint
Hope my nephew sees better days
Hope my nieces don’t serve men
For shelter, protection, and the dull end of the blade
Waterlogged walls, schools like shooting galleries
Canned air for the rationed and bagged trees
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