great horned owl spin your head
spin your head for me
few hours that i have till dawn
so much i have to see
past the watchdogs past the bridge
i stole myself away
to be all ears and breath and dread
the need to go astray
the blackest hair, the darkest sky
she embraces all
pineal gland found in the pines
a pale beauty's call
ague brings the nightly dew
lovers` oaths of yore
lunacy is a clear path
I'm knocking on her door.
When to our souls we've given peace
all our mourning then shall cease
Weedian presents a 56-track chronicle of Mexico's stoner metal and heavy psych scenes, from ’90s forefathers to contemporary wrecking crews. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 21, 2022
supported by 196 fans who also own “School of Night”
Good sound for a road trip !!! The stoner rock atmosphere as relaxed as driving on the open road while the wind blows your head clear through the car window. Stephan