I paid my debt to distance, I realised my home was something I’d neglected, now my skin won’t fit my bones and none of my face faces can tell you how much I owe. But Brooklyn’s looking broken, I never meant to take your time or your attention, or the life you want to make. I scare myself with freedom, with thirty-eights and mistakes.
I lost faith in myself and I need a little help. I lost faith in myself and I need a little help to stand up on my own.
I crawled across the ocean, I crawled across the sea, I crawled through foreign cities to find something to be. I crawled back to a country that should have meant more to me. Now London’s looking desperate, there’s nothing here to hold and your ghost is softly singing the stories that you told, and I don’t know the words now, I’m growing up, growing old.
So England keep my bones, but give me back my soul. Yeah, England keep my bones, but give me back my soul and my sense of self.
Hey, I’m sorry for my failures. I’m sorry I’m not a better man.
Hey, I’m sorry for my mistakes. I’m sorry for everything I am.
So here’s to starting over, I hope you’re on the mend. I hope you find direction to make you smile again. I hope it makes you happy, ‘cos I’ll be fine in the end.
So hold your head up high, trust me when I say, hold your head up high, and trust me when I say that you’re not alone.
Hey, I’m sorry for my failures. I’m sorry I’m not a better man.
Hey, I’m sorry for my mistakes. I’m sorry for everything I am.
Drawing on everything from soft-focus C86 like The Field Mice to distortion-heavy shoegaze, “Eulogies” is pop perfection. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 13, 2020
Avi Buffalo had a hand in producing this cassette of Lowpines' serene, self-described "Lo-fi-Anglo-Americana pop songs." Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 28, 2016