Petrichor from Alyosha by Joshua Powell
This song doesn't mean anything. It's just all the prettiest words I could think of, divorced of their meanings.
Tracklist
| 2. | Petrichor | 5:04 |
Lyrics
All/grand mal epileptic sex
Auras in your orangeade
Secondhand weathervane
Pedestrian magic
Lore/petrichor
Catch the devil (catch the devil)
Do, in silver dew
Twist the twigs into a trap/step back
Lay her body down/into the sugarcane
The foxes run, the day is done
The day is done
The flowers speak/winter wheat antique
Superimposing oceans
The day is done
Still/roadkill, signposts
Southern in your sigh
Low, I get alone
And suddenly all my thoughts seem worth speaking
Credits
License
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Joshua Powell is the exhausted wizard at the helm of IN's most haunted rock band. From his hardcore roots in the Floridian swamps and beyond the fever dream of his folk era, his literary lyrics dig for enlightenment in a surrealist muck. “Four LP's and over 900 shows later, the midwestern road dog's ever- evolving, transcendent style embraces hallucinatory metal and grimy psychedelia.” -Audiotree