Yer Gooseflesh from summer weaks by Bran Crown

i am a washed up ham, but not the kind you hope for on a desert island when yer stranded and yer own flesh starts soundin' sweet
i'm a lump of coal, but not the kind that quenches that steam engine's soul when yer travelin' without movin' yer feet

there's no need to go on about it
just from lookin' it's already clear
yer gooseflesh is what brought you here

i may be a broken record since i ain't been runnin' around
though you'd like to think so

why did you do it, why are you here
you know it's not worth it, what's blockin' yer ears
too many questions, never enough time
i'm goin', i'm gon' to where the waters just wine

• Acoustic
• anti-folk
• country
• folk
• junk rock
• lo-fi
• California