Hattie Mae Wilder delivers a sharp, clear anthem for the quiet dreamers of the bunker. “Saffronauts” isn’t about escaping the world; it’s about making the world within the bunker walls feel infinite. It’s a song about the resilience found in small things—mustard coats, tin-can coffee, and the “steel in our song.”

Floating High Where the Wild Roots Grow

The track celebrates a unique kind of survivalism. Hattie Mae describes a “quiet ride” where the goal isn’t to beat the ache, but to “keep the climb.” She turns the act of survival into a piece of art, blooming like rust and finding the glow in the middle of a bunker night. It’s a space-age country ballad for everyone who knows that the most important navigation happens inside the heart.

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SAFFRONAUTS

by: Hattie Mae Wilder

Brewed a cup in a coffee can pot
Color gold but the world was not
Took a sip let the noise subside
Then reined my thoughts for the quiet ride

We’re saffronauts babe flyin low
Floatin high where the wild roots grow
Stir that cup and drop what’s heavy
This bunker heart’s still bold and ready

Dirt on my boots and a tune in my throat
Strands of light in a mustard coat
Didn’t beat the ache but we kept the climb
And bloom like rust in bunker time

We’re saffronauts babe flyin low
Floatin high where the wild roots grow
Lemon and flame with a soul that steeps
Dreams stitched tight where the rush don’t reach

Got no rocket got no plan
Just a battered mug and a busted fan
But when the dust feels like too much sky
We burn a trail and we rise up high

We’re saffronauts babe bold and bright
Glowin through that bunker night
Salt in the sweat steel in our song
Still flyin steady when the grid is gone