The days to come
are always the hardest,
the most sobering.
Always my weakest,
but I'm living for this afternoon
not thinking of the days to come
A loaded gun,
sitting on my doorstep,
stalling while reality returns,
leaving all of us just a little torn.
If
If we win this war.
So grab the keys and we can leave tonight.
If we had the balls and weren't so terrified of what's in store.
Maybe we can leave all this behind.
I'm coming home,
the tears will dry,
the sun will rise
and all alone, I'm coming home.
So grab the keys and we can leave tonight.
If we had the balls and weren't so terrified of what's in store.
Maybe we can leave all this behind.
These screams could peel paint off the walls,
these girls skirts could watch governments fall.
The sky turns from concrete to road kill,
the kind of push that makes the world start to stand still.
And in the dark, watching innocent fall,
I'm getting sick of doing nothing at all.
Be the crack in the road, in the riot.
No Gods
No Masters and finally silence.
So grab the keys and we can leave tonight.
If we had the balls and weren't so terrified of what's in store.
Maybe we can leave all this behind.
Despite its themes of isolation and loneliness, Caroline White's latest batch of folk-pop confessionals is an LP brimming with confidence. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 7, 2019
A vibrant vision of "Central Americana" from the Costa Rica-based artist, blending heartland devotionals with playful Tropicália grooves. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 27, 2022
Australian singer Jessica tempers ornate baroque folk with stark gothic poetry, infusing sadcore with transcendent sensibilities. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 26, 2020