everything was moving a bit too fast for him
standing in the corner rolling cigarettes too thin
flashing lights illuminate the girl
her diamond eyes shining bright
it feels like falling down
across the midnight sky
darkness all around
discostars hung high
reaching out to touch
they drift across the floor
and leave alone and cold
but always wanting more
everything was moving a bit too slow for her
grooving in the middle singing dancehall hymns and prayers
free from youth and fear of the unknown
she moves with the grace of a dove
sibling harmonies reign supreme in this band's windswept mixture of folk and rock 'n roll, a sound that evokes desperate midwestern hope evaporating like morning dew before a crisp prairie sunrise. ricky mirage
An easy-to-love combination of emo and jangle pop, the first full album from Spirit Night in eight years feels bathed in a golden glow. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 8, 2023