when will the day hide
the ripples of last night
damp in dim light
when will I rise?
when will a time give
me sweet countenance
a return amount
that equals out
my only light reigns
in a bend then break
then actions split
random sweet lips
like harvest from the bee
we call one loved honey
like ones she’s made
call a spouse a baby
a work day achieved
a morning met with grief
falling soundless seeds
flip the glass count the sand
when will the chatter cease
a thousand broke little cells
in some heat upstairs
layer opinions as noise
when will it be so
obtusely obvious
a clock strikes “let it go”
why won’t its beating little hand
hold my bending head
lets a bell chime
with the ache of some note
“it’s time to let this go”
as a descending line
or half moon symbol describes
if healing just takes time
then you mend as you die
for pendulum to sway
it needs an event with weight
enough to start its way
not so much it breaks its chain
As I ride in
some returning drive
in color stupified
when will these break lights die?
erase the red from the night
like you from my
imagination’s files
and give a stellar black
in my blinking eyes
don’t let me see you
every other time
Guitar-wielding duo from Queens, New York, drop atmospheric debut LP, recorded in an ex-bowling alley under a cafe. Bandcamp New & Notable May 25, 2015
Another devastatingly beautiful batch of indie rock confessionals from Ontario singer, producer, and multi-instrumentalist Linnea Siggelkow. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 28, 2024