Shadows and whispers keep me up at night
Pacing the hallways half checking the lights
Half cold with terror locking windows up tight
A ghost of the lover I'd hoped you might be
A mountain of leavin', a fountain of teeth
You can't stop kickin' me even while you sleep
Sweetheart she's dead, it might as well have been me
Dashed on the rocks below a cliff by the sea
Gone with her is the fire she carried so long
Did anybody even notice she was gone?
Each night a pale horse with no skin on it's bones
Stands in the graveyard where imprinted in stone (it says)
"Here lies The Sweetheart may she rest here alone"
What about the heart they carved right into a tree?
What about the wine and roses milk and honey
Well I'll light a candle and I'll pretend nothin's wrong
And nobody even noticed she was gone
Psychedelia at its most fundamental, the new EP from pôt-pot is equal parts Velvet Underground, BJM, and hypnotic vibes. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 30, 2024