Summer comes
And we hang out in the street
I taste the thunder in the breeze
I hear you mispronounce my name
And now you want to walk me home
I feel unsteady on my feet
Oh, I hope you feel the same
My first love
You were the beating of wings
You took me so high up
I couldn't see a thing
Now the sky
Glows a lonely blue
And I’m learning how to wait
I know but just don’t want to say
That you’re not coming back
Now that everything is you
Here’s to hoping anyway
My first love
You were the beating of wings
You took me so high up
I couldn't see a thing
Now you're gone
The ache was planted in my heart
It blooms into my blood
It makes my body weak
But it was always in me
Singing in the dark
You just set it free
Julien Baker is an acquired taste - assuming of course you’ve acquired great taste in singer songwriters… beautiful, devastating, honest, insightful… I’ve not heard a single song of hers that hasn’t left me in absolute awe. crisbroadhurst
Alec Bowman perfectly captures the dark soil under the pastoral world of British folk with this collection of melancholy originals. Bandcamp New & Notable May 12, 2020