You’re a slow mover
I trace every step
a concentrated decision to engage your muscles
for a simple gesture or an unassuming glance
in my general direction
I feel you shift
I’m not sure if I really know you at all
I’m not sure I know almost anyone
You hoist yourself off of a tattered sofa cushion
dirt sticks to the bottoms of your bare feet
you slightly flinch and the corner of your mouth
pulls up into a grimace
I feel you shift
I’m not sure if I really know you at all
I’m not sure I know almost anyone
I don’t think that i really know you at all
I don’t think I know almost anyone
Existential Optimist:
Do you have anything in mind,
do you have anything in mind for anyone on their knees?
Do you have any words for me?
I’ve been digging my heels into the hole of the existential optimist,
I cover my eyes and say I can’t see I can’t move,
I’ll let you cry and say that I give a damn, but I don’t do anything.
Do you have anything in mind,
do you have anything in mind for anyone on their knees?
Do you have any words for me?
I’ve been digging my heels into the hole of the existential optimist,
I cover my eyes and say I can’t see I can’t move,
I’ll let you cry and say that I give a damn, but I don’t do anything.
I don’t do anything,
do anything for you.
I don’t do anything
I’ve been digging my heels into the hole of the existential optimist,
I cover my eyes and say I can’t see I can’t move,
I’ll let you cry and say that I give a damn, but I don’t do anything.
Blackout:
Three days gone you were locked up beat up,
now you’re sleeping in someone's basement,
filling your gut with liquor and cigarettes you said “you have to save us”
I watched you run through the street,
you fell to your knees when I said you’re lovely,
a smile hung off of your cheeks,
it was beautiful
I’ll wait to go home until you black out
I’ll wait to go home until you’re fast asleep
You told us a story of waking up with bugs on your skin as a little boy,
you didn’t speak to your mom for weeks you just thought you have to save us
I’ll wait to go home until you black out
I’ll wait to go home until you’re fast asleep
Any Sound:
How long did it take for you to get here,
four hours of passing signs.
My head flips from one side of the pillow to the other
to try and keep my cheeks cold
Do you mind when your cigarette gets moist
when you ash it in the rain?
How long did it take for you to realize
your head spins counterclockwise to every sound
coming out of anyone,
any sound from anyone.
Your head spins around counterclockwise from any sound,
coming out of anyone
I have a thought in the back of my mind,
somewhere to the right and I cannot decide if it belongs to me or to you.
And I have a scar on my left thigh from a night that is long gone by
I cannot decide if it was from me or from you
I cannot decide who.
Anomia:
I get still as you look me in the eyes for a long time
without breaking concentration,
I get scared as you wait for my reply,
but I don’t have anything to say
I saw a girl, she had sad eyes and went away into her room,
I wish I had followed behind and asked “would you tell me about your life, starting from the first day you remember”
I’m not sure if I really know you at all
I’m not sure I know almost anyone
I don’t think that I really know you at all
I don’t think I know almost anyone
credits
released February 3, 2018
Music written and performed by Dogwood Lung.
Austin Arias - Guitar
Ben Ewing - Drums, Vocals
Ben Keith - Horns
Rose Farrington - Vocals, Guitar
Timothy Collier - Bass, Vocals
Gestures was recorded by Michael Whelan and Austin Arias in Shady Glenn (Auburn, Alabama).
Mixing and production by Michael Whelan.
Melodic alt-pop in the vein of Soccer Mommy is driven by winding guitar lines and augmented with dreamy shoegaze elements. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 14, 2021