Men traveled down winding pathways
Winding through my house
Empty cans dripping their sad days
In their wake I may be lost
One by one, they fade to the distance
Their trails evaporate
Leaving the path they breathed through me
Less clean and true than appears to be
What may strike the curious eye
And then there came the one who is
Swimming through my veins
True and clean was he
That day he drew through my house
The winding winds caught just right
In his wake, the charms at my windows
Whispered temptations at night
His drops mislaid turned to ponds and then lakes
And, through a mist of
Heavy lovers, I am, by a miracle,
Drawn at once to an angel
How the weight has shifted, in my eye
Then there came the one who is
Swimming through my veins
He stays with me
This is undoubtedly my single favorite album of all time. It feels like such a perfect culmination of all the themes and ideas Fleet Foxes has been working with since 2008. It answers many of the questions found on both Helplessness Blues and Crack-Up, and represents an incredible maturation and growth in Robin Pecknold's perspective. Their other albums are certainly masterpieces, but this, in my opinion, is their magnum opus. I doubt it will be recognized as such in its time. isaiah_stuart
Dreamy indie rock a la Duster/Sparklehorse with interesting with dynamic shifts and subtle hooks to keep things moving along. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 23, 2024