Don't call me that name anymore.
I don't feel like a bird, and I don't want to be yours.
I want to be cold, to move fast on the road
shimmering reflection, quiet and bold.
Mother, daughter, sister, crone.
Lover, departure, black widow.
I spin my web in stone
free in the woods to live alone.
Pretty house in the dark woods
moon reflected glimmering mud.
Isis,
sort my evils from my goods.
I want more than nice girls should.
Mother, daughter, sister, flood.
Lover, departure, caught in the mud.
I spin my web in blood.
Black widow, she did what she could.
NO MIRRORS IN THE PYRAMIDS I BUILD AROUND MYSELF.
I'LL DIE IN HERE, MY SOUL IN A JAR ON THE SHELF.
I'LL RAISE MY OWN HELL.
now smash the china on the ground.
now move your lips, don't make a sound.
let rivers flow north from the south.
let velvet tongue roll out your mouth.
this album is perfect because of it's major imperfection. Shoelaces gives mi eerie feeling of your realy early and blurred memories which you can describe by how you feel them but you can't describe what excactly it is frusther
Intimate pop; Bollinger's vocals sound almost confidential as she muses on relationship neuroses over woozy, breezy instrumentation. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 18, 2019