That tree morning by morning
for a rest lying on the grass.
I spoke and spoke, quiet, lookin’ at its navels.
Words, fallin' down one by one.
Some diary leaves wind up into
an orange juice with pulp.
*I would like to bring back just the better ones.
What if I make a juice?
One of these days, to let go a piece of me,
at least that’s better than nothing.
I would like to bring back the better ones for a while, to let go a part of me,
at least that’s better than nothing.
Under a flickering shadow
I’ll choose two or three, no more.
Another time and place,
another stranger ending.
*I would like to bring back just the better ones.
What if I make a juice?
One of these days, to let go a piece of me,
at least that’s better than nothing.
I would like to bring back the better ones for a while, to let go a part of me,
at least that’s better than nothing.
Blissfully blown out jangle pop from Spain’s bustling indie scene. This is more Shop Assistants than Hinds, with lyrics in Spanish. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 7, 2016
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