All the quick and dead went to a festival
Where they danced and hovered above farmers
And the daughters smiled like being coy was new
But it surely wasn't made that moment for them
No I don't wanna fight
'Cause I could never kill
No I don't wanna spin
'Cause I could never stop
Calicos and minks were twirling silver rings
And the cider's pouring while sage is burning
I know I spoke to you in that smoky afternoon
When I said no other, I meant no other but you
All the quick and dead went to a festival
No I don't wanna fight
'Cause I could never kill
No I don't wanna spin
'Cause I could never stop
Dreamy, intricate guitar pop from Oakland's Absent City; splashes of accordion, sitar, lap steel, and mandolin add textural richness. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 26, 2020