mother nature
why dya wanna hurt me
everything's on fire
the smoke, we keep breathing, the smoke, we keep breathing
nature
mother's coming for you
you're up past your bedtime
and it's time to start sleeping, time to start sleeping
but i look in the morning
the sky has turned red with blood
and the ground has fell shallow
with bones, with bones, with bones
DISASTER, DISASTER
the world is spinning faster
and we're leaving it all to the rubble
DISASTER, DISASTER
the planet is a bastard
that is kicking us all into space
in disgrace
mother nature
i keep saying sorry
nothing seems to fix it
the smoke we keep breathing, the smoke, we keep breathing
nature
mother's tryna call you
why'd you never call her
she needs your attention, she needs your attention
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i love you communism i love you weird trans people i love you horrors beyond my comprehension i love you vast and terrifying expanse of the universe i love you sports game that i still don’t understand and i love you sick guitar riffs aceofcorvids
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Being super into Western music, cowboys, etc. is a meme to some people.
Not to us.
This album roars into existence with a driving 12-bar blues and keeps up the energy for 40 straight minutes, bouncing to every esoteric corner of the genre and everywhere in between with perfect execution. Listen to this album, then listen to it again to get all the stuff you missed the first time around. Instant classic. coyotewall