Fleet Foxes - Sun Giant

I walk out into the wilderness of west Texas, look over the canyons and open my ears and I hear the Sun Giant echoing through hills valleys and cactus coyotes chasing armadillos swiftly through the shoutout memories of Drops In The River far below. Voices from the past dwelling in the future visions dreaming of “years ago birds of a feather” fleetingly visiting “on the shore, speak to the ocean and the sea silent” down near the Brownsville drainage of the Rio Grande stretching smoothly into an ocean-like bay. Grand echoes from the upcoming knowledge of voices. Fleet Foxes