This song is from Burst and Bloom's Seasonal Disorder compilation series, Autumn-style.
lyrics
End of Summer
BB guns aimed toward the sky
With shaky hands and lazy eyes
At crows perched so evil in nearly bare trees
I never shot for the kill
I pointed at branches or the steel mill
Off in the distance but you hit your target
As the days they waned in cooling air of October
We hid in dank and dark caves
Holding a candle under our faces
With the light dancing giddily laughing
Mostly though you were a brooder
Your rage bubbled up like your father
And you scared me always so nervous
Francis you’re just a picture
Yellowing in an old album
Your face a blur as we wrestle
In that swampy Kentucky river we called home
I dared you to cross that old bridge
Rusted and red across the dark river
And for a week I just couldn’t speak
Francis I’ll never dare anyone
I was a wreck and you were undone
And the end of summer leads me back home
Francis you’re just a picture
Yellowing in an old album
Your face a blur as we wrestle
In that swampy Kentucky river we called home
credits
from B-Sides All the Extras Volume 2,
released December 1, 2023
Guy Capecelatro III-vocals, guitars & bass
Mara Flynn-vocals
Juliet Nelson-vocals
Marc McElroy-drums & organ.
Recorded at The Electric Cave by Marc McElroy
Cover by Michael Winters.
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