Sleeping below an apple tree
In the shade
A basket and a guitar
By our side
Our little brother flies a kite
For the sun we're bound
As our little world spins 'round
Far away from town
Everything is said
While we're breaking bread
And I don't know how to whistle
So I don't, oh no
We only sing and sing
And play those sweet guitars
Forevermore
Every chord rhymes with the whistling trees
Everything that needs to be told is said
While we're breaking bread
More folk-inflected confessionals on love, loss, and anxiety — plus a Kacey Musgraves cameo —from the Nashville indie pop auteur. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 11, 2024