We walked up into the field
We crawled up out of the ocean
Vast machines with crudded-up gears
Volcanic granite, buzzing with motion
We walked up into the field
We carried you low in our bellies
Sometimes a day seems to tick on for years
Sometimes the sun sets a little bit early
We walked up into the field
We gathered around and around and around
Some places are graves that just haven’t been dug yet
Some places are churches that haven’t been found
And we walked up into the field
We carried you high on our shoulders
Some plots are reserved from the beginning of time
Some feel a little bit older
We crawled up out of the ocean
An army of lichen and moss
To see watch the stone being rolled into place
Two centurions guarding the cross
And of course, we are all galaxies with spiralling arms
But some people are a little bit bigger
I’ve tried so hard not to finish this song
But here we are
Eight bars to go
And then it’s done
supported by 14 fans who also own “Receiver Of Wreck (FINAL)”
like many others this was the album that introduced me to bug way back when, felt blesses to finally hear some of the songs in person recently
an incredible talent, your work means the world to me BallPointButch
Smooth, sophisticated pop with neoclassical flourishes from the Berlin-based duo of Fabian Till and Birk Buttcherey. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2024