You fill me where robin’s egg and navy meet.

You fill me, hidden by anemones.

I’m on my knees, tucked behind the sister crown.

We’ll keep rising like the ocean does

and we’ll forget the shore that ever was.

I’m shaking inside a redwood tree.

I’m aching; our mingled sighs taste dew so sweet.

Your hand devours mine in redwoods far past every town.

We’ll keep rising like the ocean does

and we’ll forget the shore that ever was.

Will lovers play outside still when this ocean is a landfill?

Will lovers play outside still when these redwoods are a landfill?

Will lovers play outside still when this ocean is a landfill?

Will lovers play outside still when these redwoods are a landfill?
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Guitar, melodica, and arrangement: Rhody Andester
Vocals, glockenspiel, and lyrics: Nikita Andester

Redwoods

Time to go, darlin', it's time to go. 
I shake you 'til your eyes fold open.
Your beard is grey morning gold;
the pilot's dressed in blue.
Bread crumbs burn.

Time to go, my love, it's time to go.
The whole house shakes and our eyes fold open.
We pray to the alarm
for just a little bit more;
time is stern.

From 8 to 1, 8 to 1, 8 to 1, 8 to 1.

Time to go, my crumb, it's time to go.
Won't you wake me so my eyes fold open?
We'll get into the truck
and keep heading on;
for now we yearn.

From 8 to 1, 8 to 1, 8 to 1, 8 to 1.

I'll be home if we just never stop driving
and we're swayed to sleep by roaring winds.
Please, oh please, don't ever stop riding with me
out to the shore.
Please - one night more.

From 8 to 1, 8 to 1, 8 to 1 8 to 1.
From 8 to 1, 8 to 1, 8 to 1 8 to 1.


Guitar, melodica, cello, and arrangement: Rhody Andester
Vocals and lyrics: Nikita Andester

My Crumb

I'm drunk and want to go home,
but this is all way before Uber;
I'm hiding behind a row of cars.

This party really sucks and I just
really really miss you.
I hope this time your number works.

Time is acting strangely,
memories rearrange,
my grief spools down the drain
with all the hair I lost this week.
Time is acting strangely,
memories rearrange,
and I can't recall if I saw you last week, month
or decade.

I'm tucked behind those cars again,
my face is growing wrinkles;
somehow yours just stays the same.

This isn't how it should be, no
you should always be years older.
God, please say your number works.

Time is acting strangely,
memories rearrange,
my grief spools down the drain
with all the hair I lost this week.
Time is acting strangely,
memories rearrange,
and I can't recall if I saw you last week, month
or decade.
A decade ago.

My wrinkles, they unravel into yours.
My wrinkles, they unravel into yours.
My wrinkles, they unravel into yours.

Time is acting strangely,
memories rearrange,
my grief curls into balls of yarn
so I can knit you things.
Time is acting strangely,
and I'm sorry I never finished
all the projects that I promised;
I'll burn you that CD when we are both dead.
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Guitar, melodica, percussion, and arrangement: Rhody Andester
Vocals and lyrics: Nikita Andester

Memories Rearrange

Nikita (she/they) and Rhody (he/they) are PDX-based musicians crafting gems about the environment, working-class life, and getting sexy.
From busking on the icy streets of Moscow to writing their first original songs while living in a leaky old truck camper, Honeycreep has taken the juiciness of the messy world around them and wrangled it into something tender, just for folks like you.

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