Black crow, perched on a wire
Calls out the names of the demons I've known
And his voice echoes onward
Deep in my heart, through skin and hard bone
I feel a ghost
Inside my lungs
Telling me to run
I want to feel young and hopeful
But no spark inside me will ever catch fire
When I die, I fear that I'll die alone
If I lose my grip on the people I've loved
To be a ghost
Oh to be alone
With nowhere left for me to go
I fall back to your arms
With every day, with each long night that passes by
I feel my ghost, my fears fall into place
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