Brother, you look like
Abel, the favored son
Every piece in line
all of you is made of love
It gives you form and weight
and color still in your veins
How did you stand stable
Oh, brother, ever able?
How your hands were blessed
they knew not to transgress
In all things you were sure
And his eyes saw you as pure
He loved you better
Brother, why can't I
be what I try to be?
Is the blood of Cain
the truest part of me?
Running so cold and thin
I must be translucent
I cannot hide my shame
though I try to turn away
Cause there is no deceiving
My gifts will not please him
Is there nothing I can do?
From the start was I doomed?
Am I not lovely in his sight?
I've listened to this about three times through already, and still feel like I'm just hearing it. Complex, haunting and comforting all at once. A++. witchking-jr
Lost track of these guys for a couple years, then saw the Tiny Desk concert come up in my feed. I've had the album on loop on Spotify since Friday.
This song in particular has been stuck in my head all afternoon. quiksilv26
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
Irish singer-songwriter Sarah E. Cullen bares her heart over pastoral folk arrangements enshrouded in a dream-pop haze. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 29, 2021