wake up, made it another morning
pour the coffee don’t you want a little more?
do you want a little more?
I want a little more
when we bought this land
the fields were fertile and
we were just waiting
for the gate keep to let us in
like I wanted; like you wanted
you said, “It’s not about the money”
but I’ll bet money
dont make me your workhorse
it's hot out in the sun
this yokes getting heavy
am i the only one
the furrows are deep and
my shoulders are getting strong
but when i come home
i see everyone has gone
now look at all we’ve made
we made it for ourselves
and oh what a waste
the rotting rosebud
“i can’t imagine someone doing something like that”
i can’t imagine
someone cut it down to rot
to rot
so make me your workhorse
we’re all out in the sun
this yokes getting heavy but i’m not the only one
burned all the weeds and pulled them by ton
From L.A. comes the latest from post-rock outfit bondo, with tendrils of spindly guitar snaking through arid percussion. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 4, 2023