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Peach Pit (it's what's left)

by Hermit Thrush

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1.
Owl Feather 02:07
On silent wing, a feather falls Have I lost my way, In the dark night of the owls call Have I lost my way, or do my feet know so well, The way the forest moves, And eats itself, and eats itself
2.
Mourning dove calls across red sand As we heard sheep throughout unbroken, changing land Dove flies high, Dove flies low, Your held me close, And let me go You're coming home, you're coming home Into yourself, into your song As it lets go, as it lets go Out of your throat, into the open Thoughts get swept up in undertow, But down in washes, Tobacco grows Juniper hills, they roll and flow If you get lost, seek out the western sunsets glow You're coming home, you're coming home Into yourself, into your song As it lets go, as it lets go Out of your throat, into the open
3.
Shadow 02:57
Shadow, shadow, can’t you see, You’re soft and sweet you fuzzy peach Shadow, Shadow, answer me Is this how we will always be Frozen in time, On your couch, My feet wanna leave, but my heart cant get out We’ve both held so much, Of each others grief, We don’t wanna inflict what this parting could bring But I can't love you like you need, And you can't hold me and still grow free, Id meet you in some in between, Or cut the cord connecting me Frozen in time, On your couch, My feet wanna leave, but my heart cant get out We’ve both held so much, Of each others grief, We don’t wanna inflict what this parting could bring But I know a long time from now, we will still be kin somehow Yes I know a long time from now, we will still be kin somehow
4.
Fire Keeper 03:21
There's a black smoke rising in the west Oak leaves fall without a sounds Theres a gray fog swirling in our heads As our homes are taken back into the ground Who knows the answers To the land that only wants a tending hand Who knows the answers To the people that forgot to touch the land Who knows Who will be the fires keepers In times as dark as these And who will wash over the ashes When beneath them sleep the seeds Who knows the answers To the land that only wants a tending hand Who knows the answers To the people that forgot to touch the land Who knows
5.
The heart wants love all to itself The head it wants autonomy Jealous lover, jealous lover, Breaking whats inside of me Get me out, get me out, Of this little fucking town Cuz I dont give a damn about you now, And I dont give a damn about your sound I dont give a damn about you now, And I don’t give a damn about your crowd Do I want them, do I love them Can I stand another of them I break down, I break down, When I watch them fuck around Get me out, Get me out, Of this little fucking town Cuz I dont give a damn about you now, And I dont give a damn about your sound I dont give a damn about you now, And I don’t give a damn about your crowd Did they want me, did they love me, Did they just find comfort in me Please don't touch, Please don’t touch I think that I’ve had enough Get me out, Get me out, Of this little fucking town Cuz I dont give a damn about you now, And I dont give a damn about your sound I dont give a damn about you now, And I don’t give a damn about your crowd
6.
Riverside 01:20
I had a small bed on the floor we would sleep in A blue quilt with flowers that we would make love beneath On riverside street Beneath, On riverside street And every single night the street light would shine in You couldn't sleep You’d get up, cover the window with a sheet, On riverside street, A sheet, On riverside street, The night that you left me, We split a peach, I moved my bed to the corner And the streetlight I could not see It took a year to realize I could just move my bed three feet Three feet you will never see
7.
Half A Peach 01:58
Before you said you couldn’t love me, First you asked me, do you wanna split a peach? Peach spit up inside my toilet bowl But your blood still stains my quilt and stains my sheets Do you remember when we slow danced To the music of our friend that passed away Do you remember when we held hands To squeeze I love you every goddamn night and day Three squeeze- I love you Two- how much One big one, this much Three squeeze- I love you Two- how much One big one, this much Do you remember when we first touched, bellies full of whiskey, kale and birthday cake Drunk in your lap up in the trailer park, Your eyes were shy you had a warmth I could not shake Three squeeze- I love you Two- how much One big one, this much Three squeeze- I love you Two- how much One big one, this much
8.
Cormorant 03:44
Black Magic Of the ocean Deep in nights unfolding arms Black magic Keeps me from slipping Like the black cormorants that fly of the edge There sounds a hollow creak from the redwoods by the sea The tides hang deep creatures in the gallows In daytime she sleeps In the belly of the beast The moon that pulls the minnows to the shallows Black Magic Of the ocean Deep in nights unfolding arms Black magic Keeps me from slipping Like the black cormorants that fly of the edge Shadows of my heart, tell me true Am I enough, enough for you Shadows of my mind, tell me right When will I see clearly like the ocean mirror's sky
9.
Show Up 02:25
All I ever wanted Was for you to show up Didn't need it for forever Couldn't even get that from my mother Hey world, what gives Hey love, you've still got your life to live Ah ah ah ah ah All I ever wanted Was for you to show up

credits

released June 22, 2018

Bass: Ethan Pezzolo
Drums: Emma Haas
Fiddle: Camille Hartley
Back Up Vocals: Sophie Lev (tracks 2 and 7), Olivia Fisher-Smith (tracks 5 and 6), Jacey LaManna (tracks 4 and 9), Wesley Somers (track 1)
Songwriting, Guitar, Banjo, Lead Vocals: Emma Wheeler (Alder)
Shout out to Alexis Hawks on cello on tracks 1 and 9, Wesley on spoons on track 1, Krista Fanucchi for chorus collaboration on track 5, Camille for melody writing on track 1, Sophie’s cover art, and all the friends who showed up along the way

Recorded by Wesley Somers at Babe Haus on Pine Street, Santa Cruz, 2018

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HermitThrush Santa Cruz, California

Hermit Thrush is: very gay, lots of birds, punk at heart and folk on the outside, our care for each other, and the dance between grief and dreams of worlds beyond this one.

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