But I knew how this would end,
ever since I saw that fucking foreign guy
It would end with blood, dripping from the ceiling
with my hands locked up tight
it would end with fire and brimstone down in hell
or in west virginia
or somewhere
Snow comes for the second time this month
Throws its weight over everyone
But I'm grateful for the chance to stay inside
the chance to hide away from prying eyes
You flew away to Spain
with a guy who never lived there anyway
and it would end with fire and brimstone down in hell
or in west virginia
or somewhere
Anna Arobas makes intricate, otherworldly folk-pop with delicate, glacial arrangements but a howl of heartbreak at the center. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 11, 2022
Belaver’s “Trash” builds from hushed verses to a big, booming crescendo of a chorus, with lyrics that praise finding beauty in darkness. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 14, 2018