I obey the need for change
But better days arrive too late
And I fear this newer year
Will make it clear I’m nothing here
So arise, arise
From the cold, white tiles
Damn these days when the colors fade
I have no name for this pain
Start again, hope for better end
We’ll play pretend while I’m on the mend
So arise, arise
From the cold, white tiles
Arise, arise
And let’s stay awhile
I want to live
And I want to give
And all of that shit
I want to try
Be something like saintlike
When I die
So arise, arise
Auld lang syne
Don’t be surprised
You’re still on my mind
Should old acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind
Let’s take a cup of kindness yet
For auld lang syne
We’ll take a cup of kindness yet
For auld lang syne
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
The former Woods/Babies member finesses his songwriting, instrumentation and lyricism on his affecting, complex new album. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 15, 2016