Write down your wishes
Place them all in line
Tear them down to pieces
And swallow them one by one
Close the windows, darling
Winter’s getting in
Let’s talk about these crosses
You’ve chalked our walls with frames
“Dream” is a word that’s getting out of hand
A desperate song of sorrow
It is not a good place
To lay my broken head, to lay my broken head
Deadweight for the living
Bruises made to last
You said that you were breathing
But hid behind a mask
It could be worse, we could be dead
We’re holding our beath ‘til our lungs burn like hell
“Dream” is a word that’s getting out of hand
A desperate song of sorrow
It is not a good place
To lay my broken head, to lay my broken head
No more bad news ahead
I choose your skin instead
A heavy blend of post-rock and shoegaze from Argentina's Ox en Mayo Alto rides big emotional crests and contemplative valleys. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 27, 2021
A hushed and low-lit EP from this Melbourne musician, where dreamlike melodies drift across a bed of tender guitar. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 19, 2023