It's been sixty days
Since the black sky opened up the food-gates.
Fell down hard on the sun-stained fair-grounds.
Held back any
recollection
of the bloodshed
somehow.
And now
This unending rain
Stopping short on the surface of the watery graves
Is another, even nicer, simpler sort of silence these days.
Don't be so afraid of the insomnia plague.
This is what he wrote in the ripped-up note:
I've become something even less than a ghost.
Even more of a though, I've become a mirage.
I'm the shaky air encircling the flickering flame.
I'm the white wall swallowing the window frame.
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I took a gamble that the rest of the album would be as sublime as "If I'm". And I was rewarded with something really special and beautiful. I love the other songs on this album even more. Holly
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
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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