go to a place where i don’t have to be / more than a little bit pressed to be something / other than all that i know how to be / i’m looking out for a place to relax / something is coming terribly fast / i’m on my own i’m just hoping to breathe / on the shore of the river running through here / north to south it could take me away from here / i just want to clear my lungs / step over cracks and weather the tremors / where in this town did they put firm ground / eyes peeled for peace and a cheaper apartment / i’m paper thin but i’m getting pulled in / by my bones sliding down with the terrible gravity / i’m not as sure of myself / should i be here / on the shore of the river running through here / piece by piece you could take me away from here / i just want to clear my lungs (lungs)
A quiet hour of ghostlike beats and instrumentals with beautiful, occasional singing and emotional ravines by a super nice guy who has written an album about his rabbit and some other stuff. Amazing. Page Fortysix
Mom is a very dear friend and everything she's put out is very good (extremely great) but this is the latest one and it's so satisfying, laconic but also kind of restless too, soothing & revealing. Page Fortysix