Granite & Gold from Our Gods by Bird Friend

Put the kettle on, pour another cup
Drain all the blood from my body
Burn me alive, build me a raft
Float me on oceans of cheap diner coffee

Searching my mind for your face
Ugly and ancient, adrift for an age
Wherever you lay, I’ll remember you saying
We’re two stupid kids without name

Burn out your heart in the best of your years
The ember in your chest forever is smoking
The core of some torment, ruthless and real
You must have thought I was joking

May our bed collect mildew and mold
The ocean despoils our granite and gold
Wherever you go, I’ll remember you glowing
OUR GODS’ own attendant and guise

• Folk
• alt country
• folk rock
• freak folk
• psychedelic folk
• spoken word
• New Hampshire