Al might be producer of the decade after this one.
Love when he gets into his weird pocket
2025 was the year that consumed all their hopium
woods didn’t even cook anything on this one!! 😫 no craft cocktails namedropped either 🥺
Not a difficult stash to extinguish when you see how little they started with, lol
(To be clear though I don’t think this is necessarily darker or more pessimistic than any other Armand Hammer album)
2025 was the year that consumed all their hopium
But they DID have fun on that super nintendo tho
My dumb ass just realized that the "Peshawar" instrumental's the same as "Meet The Grahams"
Love the cover, ever since the Diddy trials I really like the art style of courtroom sketches
yea woods the greatest poet of our time tbh
She finished her drink and looked at me inquisitively, asking
"What's the role of a poet in times in like these?"
I never answered, but it stuck with me all week
Riding the bus, fixing something to eat
Putting the kids to sleep, walking the streets at night, burning a tree
Drafty windows got me turning up the heat
Downstairs neighbor called about a leak
Mikayla called, we talked til' 3 in the morning
My agent called about touring
I dreamt of boats loose from their moorings
We'll see if they're sea-worthy, we'll see
I took the 4 to Fulton, transferred to the three
We'll see what washes up on the beach
Galoshes on, he leaps into puddles with both feet on the way home
Bacon grease by the stove for frying eggs, hash potatoes
I'm smoking in bed, scrolling my phone
Novel on the nightstand untouched
Sleight of hand, past moments of dread
Spider-Man perched alone on the ledge
Mask off like Future
Rain sluicing through gutters
Lovers searching, the bar is dark
Cars double-parked, out-of-state license plates
Chin-ups on scaffolding, pull up (What's happening?)
She said, "You got an answer for me yet?"
I said, "I'm still grappling"
She finished her drink and looked at me inquisitively, asking
"What's the role of a poet in times in like these?"
I never answered, but it stuck with me all week
Riding the bus, fixing something to eat
Putting the kids to sleep, walking the streets at night, burning a tree
Drafty windows got me turning up the heat
Downstairs neighbor called about a leak
Mikayla called, we talked til' 3 in the morning
My agent called about touring
I dreamt of boats loose from their moorings
We'll see if they're sea-worthy, we'll see
I took the 4 to Fulton, transferred to the three
We'll see what washes up on the beach
Galoshes on, he leaps into puddles with both feet on the way home
Bacon grease by the stove for frying eggs, hash potatoes
I'm smoking in bed, scrolling my phone
Novel on the nightstand untouched
Sleight of hand, past moments of dread
Spider-Man perched alone on the ledge
Mask off like Future
Rain sluicing through gutters
Lovers searching, the bar is dark
Cars double-parked, out-of-state license plates
Chin-ups on scaffolding, pull up (What's happening?)
She said, "You got an answer for me yet?"
I said, "I'm still grappling"
the exact verse that prompted my post
Fair or foul, foul is fair,
I hovered through the fog and filthy air
Grinning in a greasy mirror like you and me is quite a pair
Real money is whatever’s in your pockets when you’re broke
Cuz for that last $12.25? Dawg, you don’t even wanna know 🤧
Can never get into solo billy woods but Armmand Hammer always has some of my favorite albums/songs each year
Gorgeous sixteen echoing through valleys and gorges
Gods gift green as the prophet cloak
Black tea with cardamom and mint
Tendrils of hash smoke
A tree split by lightning
The wood glow from the stove
Youre gonna get better