fleet foxes, pump it into my veins
fleet foxes, mixing hope with pain
fleet foxes, harmonies so good
let’s drop everything and move into the woods
melancholy as fuck
elegiac as shit
bang a white winter hymnal
man it's fucking legit
bump a pastoral ballad
and just stare at the sky
i’m on that fleet fox radio
and ready to cry
fleet foxes, pump it into my veins
fleet foxes, mixing hope with pain
fleet foxes, harmonies so good
let’s drop everything and move into the woods
fleet foxes is what happens if a barn were a band
make me wanna quit my 9 to 5 and tend to the land
build a little log cabin and get rid of my phone
build a giant bonfire and just read all alone
rocking flannel every chance I get and growing a beard
wearing woolen overcoats from a sheep that I sheared
now I whittle for fun and write poems to cope
my wife is a maple tree, my bestie’s a goat
my son is a scarecrow and my mom is the sun
my dad is a river and my daughter’s a gun
gonna see to my crops and make peace with my god
oh you pick apples for fun? that shit is my job
so welcome to the mountain, it’s my humble abode
and if you throw on Bon Iver I’m gonna fuckin explode
fleet foxes, another beautiful chorus
fleet foxes, folk, men, forests
fleet foxes, allaying all my fears
up next a little Sufjan while I drink my tears
Produced on the MPC1000, “Nosthaigia” documents time spent in Thailand via regional music. Available here in an exclusive color vinyl. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 24, 2024