Splinter wood winter
Dark indie folk blues with deep raspy male vocals. Minimal acoustic guitar, brushed drums, distant electric guitar ambience, rainy city soundscape, late-night street energy, emotional and cinematic, vulnerable storytelling, lo-fi warmth, slow tempo, reflective and haunting mood.
Splinter wood winter
Dark indie folk blues with deep raspy male vocals. Minimal acoustic guitar, brushed drums, distant electric guitar ambience, rainy city soundscape, late-night street energy, emotional and cinematic, vulnerable storytelling, lo-fi warmth, slow tempo, reflective and haunting mood.
Lyrics
Verse
In the wild, sleeping like a baby.
A huge blanket of leaves to tuck me in, grass so soft felt all over my skin.
Sleeping in the streets
like a little baby.
Car motors polluting the air.
Honking starts when others won’t go.
Shift workers with loud music on to wake up their souls.
Leaves landing, covering more.
Sleeping in the wild city,
living like a ghost.
Pre-Chorus
Kissing the bottle,
soothing my soul.
Expensive brown
is the way to go.
Chorus
Splinter wood winter,
barrels lighting up fires.
Highways covering us
from the storm.
We need a fire starter or bundle up
while we all sing the blues
like a good ole crew,
clutching our glass
like a crystal mug.
Verse
Hanging out,
clapping
with the beer pong king.
Can’t wait to see the crystal-gazer queen.
Painter of broken wood,
man-smasher of things,
singer with three strings.
She is so sweet
but missing teeth.
We’re all trying to feel the heat,
surrounding the barrel
under wet bridges
to stay warm during the freeze
as rain fills the streets.
Chorus
Splinter wood winter,
barrels lighting up.
Highways covering us
from rain.
We need a fire starter or bundle up
while we all sing the blues
like a good ole crew,
clutching our glass
like a crystal mug.
Closing Verse
Only if God gives us another day
to fall asleep to city streetlights,
bottle in hand,
staying warm with my new friends.
Hopefully the bottle will be refilled by tomorrow.
Splinter wood winter,
hoping for comfy nights
while singing the blues
as we beg for food,
or drinks,
or drugs,
or hugs —
we will take hugs too,
or prayers
if that’s what you’re into.