I ran my hands through the dirt of this old land
I will work and care, though this land's fair, there's no growing there
So take this old farm, farmhouse and barn, and let it go
I tell everyone I still feel young, but I doubt myself
I like to imagine you in your dress by the woods watching clouds fly over where our house once stood
I'm like ice on stone, no water holds in my young heart
I'm like ice on stone, no water holds in my young heart
Hailing from Houston, Alien Eyelid make Grateful Dead-ish psychedelic alt-country with a distinctly twangy Southern rock tinge. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 13, 2023
A concept album where meteorology is a metaphor for anxiety, the new one from timing is artful indie at its finest. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 13, 2023