I call your name,
But it didn’t feel the same
These words have gone and changed
The things I say don’t mean a thing anymore
And the voices they sing, they soften
And the tears they may fall more often
And you say that you hear my calling
Summer’s gone and the fall has fallen
You’re a fountain of blood
But you just don’t bleed
You think you can’t feel
Yet you’re full of greed
You’re a needle, you’re a thorn
You’re the noise that you mourn
And I hope that you feel it all
Wherever you might go,
You’ll just carry me from home
I just hope that all these words,
Dig into you, hope it hurts
So I see you’re leaving now
Good luck with all you’ve got
I’m a poet you’re a freak,
In my songs you cannot speak
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Daily focus-training coupled with strong work ethics pointed toward making life more bearable for others, could turn around this age for the better. This album is beautiful. A force for good. CHOSEN
An easy-to-love combination of emo and jangle pop, the first full album from Spirit Night in eight years feels bathed in a golden glow. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 8, 2023
The latest EP from Brooklyn’s Gilah is an explosion of sound and color, with oceanic guitars and dreamlike melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 14, 2020
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As usual, Kirby manipulates various interwar records to fit a cavalcade of emotional states: blissful (B1, E8), tragic (D2, D5), frantic (E1, E6), and just plain horrifying (F3, G1, H1, K1). gjoe52