Recorded January 21, 2023 at Timber Trout, Oakland California
KC Bowman: Vocals, bass, drums, electric guitar, ukulele, percussion
Frank Warren: 6-string and 12-string acoustic guitar, percussion
Photo: Frank Warren
lyrics
I see the hawks in glide / Parallel across an empty sky
Circle together 'till he starts to dive / And leaves her winging
I stand in the howling rain / Washed away by hidden shame
Contemplate the rules of a game / I'm never winning
And the call comes in on time / I get in the car and drive
Till the wind comes down
Ask me and I'll play the fool / Promenade around the lonely room
Penetrate the silence with a tune / To keep you spinning
I don't think I have the words / To eclipse the piety of birds
Come to grips with this minor third / And leave you singing
And the call comes in on time / I get in the car and drive
Till the wind comes down
The wind comes down / Runs through the airfoil
That brings all birds out to sea
I see the doves in flight / Carousels in the morning light
Silhouette against the blue in white / And I'm still winging
And the call comes in on time / I get in the car and drive
On the run to the other side / Catch my wings and I start to glide
Till the wind comes down
Rising UK trio FES balance math rock's instrumental mischief with pop punk's anthemic sweetness for a distinctive, endearing sound. Bandcamp New & Notable May 4, 2022