The Sway from Machete Arm by Matted Grass

under the sway of fields of poppies.
in the sun all day. swimming between the lilies.
living on the hill, looking out on the blue ridge,
it’s easy to feel like we don’t need nothing more than this.

we used to want to see the end, cities melting into grass.
but now i see there'd be no place for me to find guitar strings.

under the sway of this sound,
i'm drifting away and i don’t want to be found.
strumming away alone, i been dreaming of will on drums.
mitchell, mike and ian.
let's make some noise while we can.

we used to want to see the end, cities melting into grass.
but now i see there'd be no place for me to find guitar strings.
we used to want to see the end, cities melting into grass.
but now i see that sound’s a place where we don’t feel fallen.

• Experimental
• electronic
• indie
• indie rock
• rock
• textures
• Winston Salem