When I woke up, it was 1928.
Pile on the school loans. Fuck it, I'm going to Spain.
And from a park in La Latina,
I looked West as the market's fell.
It was so beautiful.
I wrote songs about love and boats,
Then I had to go home.
When I woke up, it was 1981.
Once you have a baby, it's hard to look forward to the end of the world.
And they said: "Morning in America"
"Morning in America"
And for them, they weren't wrong.
When I woke up, it was 2017.
The Hope of the last 8 years was much harder to see.
Now this is the worst of us.
And me, I've been so fucking smug.
This is the worst of us,
So far.
The Alabama duo's fifth album exults in dusty Americana, showcasing rich vocal harmonies alongside blissful folk instrumentation. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 31, 2024