Was it by my own tongue I did not taste
manna from the heavens that went to waste?
Desires of the flesh are what I fed on
But that does not digest nor sustain for long
Was it by my own eyes I did not see
pillars of cloud and fire leading me?
Mirages in the sand are what caught my eye
Drawing me out from the camp alone to die
Child of wrath
You wandered far
In desert plight
You're a faded star
You are to be
A child of light
With eyes to see
To breath new life
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
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