My words spill onto the floor
They lose their taste when they're lukewarm
The don't mean a thing
I've sunk into the room and
lost heat and the dead air in
I don't feel a thing
In apathetic torpor
I'm lost in quiet torture
I can't feel a thing
I watch the future unfold
Plans and emotions seem futile
It wouldn't change a thing
I couldn't name the demon
The noonday sloth that creeps in
Into the abbott's mind
exaggerating time
There's danger in passivity
The lion pounced and swallowed me
Trapped behind the teeth
of foul Acedia
From the end of
the earth I call
My heart is faint
with no more strength
Bring my soul out
of this prison
And then I shall
praise Your name
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
This is the first album I found that really spoke to me as a young fem.
From the simplicity, the bass drum, specifically in landfill is so steady and soothing. I love landfill because it perfectly portrays trauma bonds, sexual or romantic relationships rooted in power imbalance. Being led on, unrequited love, constantly being clueless if someone is a real friend, or a lover. Are they yours or are they ruthlessly rogue. Untameable. Love and hate are such similar feelings, and they often mingle. clementinehatepageichangedmymind
Awash in homespun sonics and simple, effective melodies, the debut record by Melbourne's Grand Pine is a folk pop lover's delight. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 29, 2021