avalanche
lost my
lucky sweater
i can't see two feet past my nose
waiting for
all the smoke to clear
never took this long in the books i read
take me off this
icicle island
somebody could lose an eye
the trophies we hold
our trophies for living
being alive on this thing
every car is a
mound of snow
icy air curls my breath
silent walkers
steaming in the
entryways of late night diners
A work of cinematic reach and breadth, the latest from Nathan Moody employs strings & synths & heavy atmospheres to build worlds. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 11, 2021