dont mind my discreet muskrat
the mist must mask my mistakes
but if you pull one out
then seven grow
my maker rakes my muck
and she walked into the frost
with a taste for a long lost flavor
that she didnt savor
when she had the chance
she loomed below the snow
the streetlight flickered
and it glowed
she was dead silent
the silence made her head spin
she remembers his face
the poppy flowers
growing out of his beard
the wooden overcoat he sported
with a headstone at his nape
the way his hot breath tickled her cheeks
and how he'd change her sheets
when she couldn't help but soil herself
photographs of her father
on a dusty shelf
next to his silent ears
that stared
that she couldn't bear
she walked into
A heavy blend of post-rock and shoegaze from Argentina's Ox en Mayo Alto rides big emotional crests and contemplative valleys. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 27, 2021