I like to think of this as a song about the land that Houston inhabits... I imagine a city that is born from the wake of Houston's storm-picked bones, built to last, wrought from stone and vertically ascending amidst the old live oaks that belong in the dirt of the bayous. Music bounces around the varied angles of its highly graffiti'd towers, muffled by the humid gardens in which fat stray cats roam, and quiet corners can be found to watch the grey clouds laden with moisture and violet energy.
Houston may be a shit town, but it is also a beautiful place.
I like to think of this as a song about the land that Houston inhabits... I imagine a city that is born from the wake of Houston's storm-picked bones, built to last, wrought from stone and vertically ascending amidst the old live oaks that belong in the dirt of the bayous. Music bounces around the varied angles of its highly graffiti'd towers, muffled by the humid gardens in which fat stray cats roam, and quiet corners can be found to watch the grey clouds laden with moisture and violet energy. Houston may be a shit town, but it is also a beautiful place.