Shout at the succulent clouds
who in reply wring themselves out on the house
Doubt that your lungs carry cries
sufficient to pry weeping eyes out of these skies
I remember why
Waiting around day in day out
Swallow the keys
When we're released
Waiting around
which wasted hours are our ire?
God is where you let it be
So tell me if there are such things,
Are they things such as these?
Ah so rile up the holes in your head
let each little abyss have it sips
on the infinite tongue kisses
When we sit still
will we distill
Spirits you might swill?
Waiting around day in day out
Swallow the keys
When we're released
Waiting around
which wasted hours are our ire?
Let me be the one rare form
Julien Baker is an acquired taste - assuming of course you’ve acquired great taste in singer songwriters… beautiful, devastating, honest, insightful… I’ve not heard a single song of hers that hasn’t left me in absolute awe. crisbroadhurst
I am pretty sure I love this album because of lines like this:
"Time cast a spell on you and you will forget me
I know I could have loved you, but you would not let me
I will follow you down ’til the sound of my voice still haunts you
You’ll never get away from the sound of the woman that loved you" . Somehow they hit really hard, even though the instrumentation is coercing you to sway back and forth in a positive form. quiet_calm_deceased
This compilation catalogues the weekly performances aired on Triple R, an independent community radio station in Melbourne, Australia. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 14, 2020
Pairing lo-fi indie rock with silvery folk instrumentation, the self-described "bedroom pop wizard" casts a cozy, poignant spell. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 11, 2024