Here we stand in the leaves of the Aspen
Both as equals, as night and as day
Forget me not, my darling
As September's last sun slips away
Then you arch, my angel, an eyebrow
O'er the spring of your sapphire blue eyes
Forget me not, my darling
As September's last sun parts the skies
Though our lives never hung in the balance
As the seeds of a romance were strewn
I can't help but fear our encounter
Was over a day too soon
With exalted stars crossed in the heavens
And the earth flat beneath our bare feet
The time's come to reap what was sown
As September's last sun cedes defeat
Now we stand in the leaves of the Aspen
Both as equals, as night and as day
Forget me not, my darling
As September's last sun slips away
The Māori-Scottish vocalist, also of the Electric Wire Hustle, embarks on a journey of self-discovery inspired by his Māori heritage. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 23, 2021
A vibrant post-punk album that explores the co-existence of pleasure and pressure through warm natural metaphor and gritty riffs. Bandcamp Album of the Day Aug 9, 2017