Finding stories in everyday adventures
I’m in love with Gravenhurst. The cryptic lyrics and guitar creates an aura that is just amazing. Here’s another of their gems: she wore flowers in her hair and all the town would stare and all the young girls followed picking up the petals strewn everywhere and when the flowers died they saw through the disguise and all the townsfolk circled her with prayers and tar and feathers and fire there’s a dog loose in …
find me the captaintell him i want to knowjust who is steering and who’s merely holding onand when the next wave is the last wavei’ll drag him downwards to the engine roomand never let gooh Nicolefrom the moment we met we let it get out of controlthe universal dancethe black romance of running preythe slowing downthe giving inthe final give awayi cry for mercyyou stare back blanklyi want to jump but if you’re pushing mei’ll …
in the small hours i realise what i have donein the small hours i realise what i have donei held the hand that threw the stone that killed the bird that woke the cityi held the hand that threw the stone that killed the bird that woke the city andi could not feel the flower in my hand i could not feel the cracks beneath my feet and black holes in the sand …Gravenhurst “Black …