twenty muddy fingers turning the soil
growing a garden, darling
or waiting for it to grow
take me by the left hand and lead me
through the brush
to believe
that the earth underneath our feet
is respirating endlessly
i make believe (i make believe, i make believe)
that our domestic sort of botany
is really an alchemy
just mystics and holy things all becoming each other
until everything is come around
(everything is come around)
--
stare through miles of open air
breathe in, taste what it's tasting of
you get the picture
I'll get the keys
and we'll run for the river
up to our knees and we'll
swim through
miles of ocean foam
feast on the fruits
taste of your home
sing praise for soil
songs of what we've grown
songs of what we're growing
Australian multi-instrumentalist Nick Griffith tempers luxuriant yacht-pop arrangements with lo-fi touches across the sunny "7am." Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 1, 2020