Redwood Beach​/​Solace 7"

by Former Friends of Young Americans

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Love and Vitriol by Former Friends of Young Americans

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released November 7, 2016

Written and Recorded by Robert Tobias Fatzinger and Amanda Jane Crawford 2013-2016.

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Former Friends of Young Americans Bowling Green, Kentucky

Post-folk. Punk-influenced roots. Americana gothic. Former Friends of Young Americans' music pushes at genre boundaries from alternative to ambient, shoegaze to roots.

They are now recording their third album in their Kentucky studio.
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Track Name: Redwood Beach
California crashed away from L.A.
fields of Fresno to the Bay
avocados soft, persimmons sweet
girl in the Haight struck down in the street
singing...

redwood, clover, driftwood, beach
redwood, clover, driftwood, beach

California claimed all that we gave
the hours we couldn't save
like stones in Muir's wake,
crackers on a Sacramento lake
singing...

redwood, clover, driftwood, beach
redwood, clover, driftwood, beach

California spread her leaves like fern
with weed too moist to burn
in townie bars, on Humboldt farms
falling asleep at night in your arms
singing...

redwood, clover, driftwood, beach
redwood, clover, driftwood, beach

California passed like breath on skin
trees in mist, dunes in wind
still it sunk tender to marrow
i'd be yours for every tomorrow
singing...

redwood, clover, driftwood, beach
redwood, clover, driftwood, beach
Track Name: Solace
There’s a certain solace in a summer’s rain
even if it ruins your picnic.
A kind of contentment in things undone,
unspent, unspoiled, unspoken.
In tongue-tied moments,
moments that were not moments
that could not be taken back.

I thank God for peace apathetic,
for days not flattened just off the curb.
I tell Regret:
Lightning didn’t strike.
Cancer didn’t come.
We put the fire out.
He couldn’t find the bullets.
All limbs intact.
All limbs intact.

You say, how can you be happy with
The what-could, could’ve been worse than was?
Those of us still floating on balsa shards of busted
piano,
cradle,
dancefloor
don’t complain of splinters.