Raynaud's hands send a message meant for me.
A quiet tryst begins with the union of a kiss:
"Let's steal a car and tear off through the sleet..."
And we talked about history and we decided we should both rewrite the book.
A paperback (no heavy cargo): We'll start a cult up in Chicago
And no-one else on Earth will give a fuck.
And oh!
Not everything I do must have a reason.
And oh!
Every day with you feels like treason.
We picked up a hitchhiking voodoo priest and at length, we got to talking 'bout the stars.
But the engine drowned his wisdom out, and soon he asked to be let out,
'Cause you were asking questions 'bout his scars.
And though the day ends very much the same as how it starts,
When I hold your once-cold hands to my lips again
I'd swear the heat's the sweetest function of the heart (x3).
Auckland-based group Tiny Ruins present a series of dazzling, folk-informed songs on their latest, grounded in tender vocal melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable May 8, 2023