From the recording The Basement Series
The sounds of going fishing on Utah Lake, getting caught in a storm, and getting out of there. Field recording from the north side of Utah Lake.
Lyrics
Driving out
Gravel roads
Windows down
Far from home
Packed a bag
And fishing reels
Lose our phones
Be right here
Sometimes you need an escape
We’ve got to catch a break
From all the noise and all
That we don’t need
Walking through
Tallest reeds
Find the shore
Morning breeze
Open sky
Cast a line
Not a bite
We don’t mind
Sometimes you need an escape
We’ve got to catch a break
From all the noise and all
That we don’t need
I see the clouds come rolling in
Their shadow covers everything in sight
You said it looks like rain again
We’ll pack it up and find someplace to hide
Bundled up
Pouring rain
Foggy glass
Window pane
Hang our clothes
Up to dry
Best day of
My whole life