strong wind came through
a couple years ago
knocked feet off the floor
made a mess of me and you
the broken wings
form like rings in the window sill
above the kitchen sink
cracked doorways
hang around us
like a suit of weary armor
holdin their hands out
for the guest of honor
and wild i came
thunder and lightnin
caught in the pourin rain
old, patched-up screens
scratched out in heat
still chasin old summer dreams
where nothing is ever what it seems..
nothing is what it seemed
the owls, the moon, and i
still howl without the sky above
holding your drum
and the first gift i ever got you.
in my heart remains golden
all those plans that she let go
and all those pictures that
your daughter drew us
smiling in the sky
she's still trying to hold us
she's still grinnin' back there
wantin your reaction..
all her writing on the windows
still glares inside the moonlight
and just before sunrise
you can read her final statement
it's so beautiful, but you will never see it..
and i wonder if she'll even remember..
turned time into poison
years sped up cloaked
in spiderwebs and christmas lights
ran around your head
like a book you've read
again and again.
now the altar is torn down
the doors are broken
the car is gone
but your little crib, still waiting
built strong with love
built strong with care
under neatly piled outfits
of clothing that now will never fit you
that you never got to wear
all excitement turned to silence
the curtains drawn with
angels painted violet
above the trees who have
watched it all the while
and will always hold us
in their hearts..
Tender bedroom pop from this artist from Spain that wrestles with emotions amidst whirring drum machines and moody keys. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 21, 2021
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During the final days of writing my thesis I listened to this album on repeat for hours at a time. It was like being suspended in one eternal moment while all that changed around me were the ripples and eddies of a slowly meandering river. catharina_bee