pepper and salt
you call it a voice i call it a cult
i found a picture in the vault depicting you and me
i've got lots of friends that are making amends with the fuzzy peach tree
pepper and salt
please read the book walk by default
don't take a drive through 95 with that lens
you've got a monotonic way of believing
you and all of your friends
it's sort of like a running joke
i can't even have a smoke
there's a runaway on the freeway lifting up both his hands
i told you it's a reason but you'll never understand
but that's alright
pepper and salt
cease the momentum with a halt
it's not my fault so don't insult me with that tone
i hope these memories stick around
they're all i've got on my own
pepper and salt
i must implore it's not my fault
i can't decide which one is which or why i'm down
it's something crazy an idea to me
why you keep me around
i thought about it for a few days
the fire that the griddle displays
i'm left in good company by the smoke that ascends
there's more to this than what i see or what i can comprehend
but that's alright with me
Pale Spring’s first two albums come to vinyl at last, full of moody, low-lit, trip-hop inspired songs with tender, haunting vocal melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 16, 2021