K.W. Cahill records and plays electric guitars, lap steel, melodica and karimbas on May to June 2025 time. Mastered by Andrew Weathers.
We’re all sitting here and no one’s listening. We’re just talking over each other while the world spins out of control. Who are you gonna believe if the walls were gone? If everything turned up empty fields? Us just standing around looking at each other and nothing blocking us or protecting us from each other or from ourselves. I’m at war with myself first. Let the wet lands dry me.
(For Mitchell Shore)
