Every morning when the warming started I departed for the orchards
Every afternoon I'd tear the grass out by the roots and build a fortress
Strong against the wind
No one could peek in
Begin
Ants are marching and I'm watching feeling something in me like an ember
Sometimes I think in the mountains there's another me I don't remember
Living all alone
Sitting on a throne
She's grown
And one day I discovered my own breast
The fire kept behind the iron vest
Lazy days would fade as I would dabble with my fingers through the corset
Prodding at the heating that I couldn't reach unless I really forced it
And I would feel the throb
Throw back my head and sob
I'm lost
Light glints off the windows of the house and now I think I see my brother
And I put back the padlock but I can't forget the warmth beneath the covers
Will he ever know
The places where I go
The birds tell me that somewhere there is sea
And I know that I never will be free
You have every right to mistrust this, because it's an internal plug. Adam Van Der Veer makes charming basement pop when he's not being forced to record guitar tracks for Dorian Finch. Check it. Dorian Finch
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I am one of the biggest Mountain Goats fans there is. John Darnielle's songs are so unique but it's kind of remarkable to see how other people take on his singular voice. I will also purchase anything that Laura Stevenson is featured on, forever. She is one of the most singularly talented people who ever lived (HYPERBOLE? You decide). Bomb The Music Industry! and Andrew Jackson Jihad are just the icing on the cake. Patrick Book