It's like marrow without bone / to live in a house with no home
I have settled into a mellow afternoon, just got out of my last meeting for the day and have an hour or so until I need to leave for practice. This song really resonates with my mellow, overcast afternoon. Horse Feathers are from Portland, Oregon and play a lot of string instruments that make them instant favorites for me.
Pretty dark (yet beautiful) song about an "...overlooked middle child in a household 'where the son is the darkest seed.'"
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