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Salt

by Fine, Fine

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Anthony Vargas
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Anthony Vargas Years later and still, this album hasn't lost any luster. Music is great when it gets released, as well as seeing it live and -in my case, sometimes at my own house. But when it ages, that's when we enter the prodigious "wine country", where it ages and becomes something far more meaningful.

thanks for existing, thanks for the smells, and press F to pay respects. Favorite track: Hang on Those Days.
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1.
Salt 03:31
Well here I am A ghost of the joy I used find in the day to day Well here I am Unsure of myself And waking up feeling sick again I'm looking at the palms of my hands to see how empty they are There's never been an answer I've found on the ceiling As much as I stare As much as I sweat and taste the salt I want a way out of the hole I keep digging But when I'm close I feel the sweat and taste the salt I know it's been sold Letting go keeps me clean Even though I've never known How cleanliness was next to godliness I found my god in pettiness I'm looking at the palms of my hands to see how empty they are And I'll never realize how much I've been given That's the taste of salt
2.
It's May and the weather's great You know, can't complain How the sun sets the same And cuts through the closed blinds Shape family outlines Always checking in or ducking out The pains of aging All mistakes Languished to empty space Blank stares and dead air Spring white linen and mechanical breathing A broken bedside and laughing through the tears In a room that has been waiting for you In a home that has become an empty nest The pains of aging All mistakes Languished to empty space Blank stares and dead air Can't complain
3.
It melts with me in the snow It rots with me in the soil The fields are covered in rust I'm growing less concerned All the wires in my heart Are pulling themselves out Fraying at their starts Thrown out like wishes in wells And if wishes were horses Then the herd would be whole But the stables on fire No one waves for help The fields are covered in rust I'm growing less concerned
4.
Highways/Bridges/Trash towers Reassurance in it disconnecting me Until I'm floating up Disarmed polarity Tunnel visionary It sits right at the chest and pulls in Place blind faith in gravity to stay grounded Grip the wheel and prepare to get sucked up into the sky
5.
What keeps us alike? Keeps the hand shakes familiar What keeps us from just shooting the shit? Chewing the cud, "We should hang out more" There's not much to close the gap A distance only brothers understand To sow the seeds we're dealt in our silence To sit and watch the wheat wait out the wind But there were times Like the snow days in Crofton The long nights at your place Where I'd hang on those days through the rest of the year Where I'd stop and smile Where I'd weigh the warmth Where I'd keep chewing at the cud Where I'd hang on those days through the rest of the year
6.
Who's to say I'm good for it? You're a light I left so hungry for an eye I've seen myself become A man of fewer words Fewer follow-throughs And "I want" I want to say things are different I haven't felt too good for it You're a light I'm passing off into the shade I've seen myself become A man of fewer words A man ignorant of his devices What is left of lonely roads? Never repaved Never renamed Apologies wander lost and echo through Cracks splintered in the pavement I ask: "Can you forgive me?"

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Recorded in the winter of 2016 at Kiwanda Sound Studios and Mobtown Studios in Baltimore, Maryland. Engineered and mixed by Andrew Russell. Produced by Fine, Fine and Andrew Russell. Mastered by Matt Thomas. Album art by Lauren Barbour.

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released September 6, 2016

Nate White - guitar/vocals/pianorgan
David Gill - guitar/piano
Bobby Murray - drums
Nolan Kerbert - bass
Surafel Makonnen - additional vocals on 'If Wishes Were Horses'

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