Lyrics:
I can smell it in the air, answers on a burnt wind. Fuck.
You check the map on your phone, to see where’s burnt and where’s good.
You’re the little girl in the photo, in the fire, in the water, in the woods.
You listen carefully for the sounds of gumtrees cracking,
Oh god I hear the winds changed again.
I can smell in the air, answers on a burnt wind. Fuck.
I can taste in in my throat, angry fields, lucky cities. Fuck.
I can feel it in my lungs, am I singing or am I just throwing up?
I can smell in the air, answers on a burnt wind. Fuck.
Dancing, smouldering, flickering, the news is an angry haze,
Coughing, running, hiding, the road’s been closed for days.
I hope Murdoch burns and I don’t care if that’s a bad thought,
But I drove to the gig, I still eat meat, so maybe it’s my fault.
I can smell it in the air, answers on a burnt wind. Fuck.
I can smell it in the air, lies and handshakes,
Your handshakes can go get fucked.
I can smell it in the air, 26% ain’t nearly enough.
I can smell it in the air, answers on a burnt wind. Fuck.
credits
released February 2, 2020
Vocals, Guitar & Piano – Kevin Dolan
Bass – Dan Walwyn
Electric Guitar & BVs– Alex Less
Drums & BVs – Kiran Srinivasan
A riveting jam session from Pittsburgh, Pa. folk band Wisbands, who infuse classic Americana with jazz and psychedelic rock. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 15, 2021