Hey there, where do you come from?
Face up facing, brown eyes fixed to a poor tired world
And hey there, what better get on the stick
Or there won't be no more grass blades
To whistle through your fingers
No more green stuff (tripping through barefoot)
No more tall pines (to skinny up to the top)
No more good causes (to hold up)
And no more love
All proceeds from this hefty compilation of psych, surf, prog, and experimental bands will be donated to racial justice mutual aid funds. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 5, 2020