Phantasms Of The Puget Sound

by SwiftBird

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Nicholas Trandahl A great track of alternative/folk. Absolutely brilliant songwriting. Pure poetry.
I’m definitely looking forward to the forthcoming EP. Favorite track: Phantasms Of The Puget Sound.
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Picking at scabs. Reopening old wounds for fun. Single off an EP that will probably come late summer, early fall of 2022.

lyrics

Motion dulls the static of ghost voices
Always the drone of railways is one step
Ahead of pasts refusing rest in shallow graves
Bleeding to outrun all these lonely apparitions
Feet on highway margins, are morphine to wandering wounded
The road forgives, rain upon my ragged coat
Melt the dust and echoes of yesterday
Melt her sad specter beatified in my bones

And in a swarm of decadence, everything offered me
All I want is you, is what I never can have
Always a million miles – no one pushes through
Yet I sit and dream when the evening ends
Tumbleweeds wayward and free, under bus station benches
Uplift my penniless dawn, a ride to nowhere
The streets wait to cradle another aborted dream
Sad visage, haunt, tap the roaming plexiglass

But I’ll not ever look in your eyes
Eyes that hang too much like gallows
Beautiful phantasms of the Puget Sound
I miss everything as I snuff the lights out

Fireflies above the star gazer lilies drift
Under croak of bull frog, mastodon sky
Across moss covered rocks at night
Under the nebula shroud eventide
I wanted a hand, wanted your hand
But everything I thought once permanent
Was firefly flickers, luminous for a second
Before extinguished, fallen back in the waters
Now dark, forgotten as if never was

So I’ll peer into the waters alone
At all I am and all that I am not
Exiled in the rain like an ancient homestead
Left to rot abandoned out on the plains
Every gnarled board a prayer for dissolution
I return to dust like a dwindling empire
I limp with languor toward the moon

Still searching for something beautiful
Still searching for something like home
Still searching for something like my ghosts
Still searching for something like you used to be

credits

released April 21, 2022
Tom Frear - Drums
NaTasha Edelweiss - Vocals
Tom SwiftBird - Vocals, Guitar, Bass

Recorded, mixed, mastered at Cottonwood Studio in Rapid City, South Dakota by Tom Frear.

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Various blood offerings to the black hole.

Based out of the Black Hills of South Dakota. Lakota territory.

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