Short, like my life span short, keep sucking down cigs till my heart distort, it doesn't really matter It comes to point we all hold truth now pass the joint. Just a rag tag kid with no sure chance, skateboard blown bearings over I can't dance.
Ya know the day Larry ollied onto the picnic table he kept trying and dancing to that song.
We were something, sparking nothing but youth tangent punches and late night brunches. But have fun suckin at the dream your running and tugging at hope strings tow the luggage. There's something comforting in loving nothing and hoping none will quit the judging.
This EP is written by one of my best friends, and a brother of mine (Andrew Costantino), it kept me writing my album and should be listened to by everyone. So take the time and do yourself a favor. Brother Sam
Benoît Pioulard continues his series of diary-entry albums with this trio of songs, the proceeds from which will go to his medical expenses. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 27, 2016
A trio of lovely, moody, ambient songs from Benoit Pioulard, full of soft shadow and cottony textures, perfect for early-morning listening. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 25, 2016