There's a shadow in the door-frame
With a hunger for the highway
The poison from the bee sting
The mirrors on the ceiling
The thunder and the lightning
The hibernating heart sings out
And I shake the hand of the seamstress
Pinning up the clouds like patches
A little bit blue around the edges
Hanging all the quilts from the ceilings
Another room, another day, another season
Another feeling
Another reason to call me a liar
Standing in the park beside the fire
Stepping over lines that I had drawn there
There's a quiet conversation
A discarded invitation
A statue on the fountain
A molehill on the mountain
A river through the kitchen
We're swimming in basement now
And I met the ghost in the mirror
Gave me quite a fright but I came nearer
Told me all his secrets in a whisper
And I had my palm read by the psychic weather reporter
Said he was a wicked fortune-teller
Gazing at the glowing teleprompter
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
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