with David Chaparro and Emile Ward on drums/percussion
lyrics
there's no luck in a poor family, finished high school but nobody gives a fuck about a GED, fuck about a GED
joined up, went to basic, learned to drive a jeep,
and then the war broke out somewhere overseas, somewhere overseas
and i'm dreaming of a warm bed, somewhere to sleep
and a pillow to rest my head, and no more hungry
a piece of toast with butter, a cup of strong tea
a place to take off my boots and rest my feet
as the war drags on
as the war drags on
and the memories of my son, hugging my knees
and the memories of my sweetheart, waving to me
to die in this pit, with nothing to eat
dreaming of a warm place to curl up and sleep
as the war drags on
as the war drags on
they make bombs now stronger than, stronger than the gods
it's extinction to humanity if even one of them drops
and they keep on making them to protect their greed
because no bomb's ever gonna protect you or me
Devastating melodies and incisive lyrics mold the new album from Portland singer-songwriter Ac Sapphire into a folk rock miracle. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 27, 2022
Lisa/Liza's delicate psychedelic folk tunes make something beautiful and graceful from the traumatic experiences of chronic illness. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2023