Cling to pale white sands of the Caribbean
Check my vital signs, am I alive?
Wheeze and gasp for air, but my lungs just can't hold it in
Tourists watch as my death rattle sounds
Cut my ivory horn and wear it well
Put it on your mantle with your trophies
Apex predators surround my naked, feeble form
Helplessness is not a new disease
Brought toward the threshold of sweet oblivion
Flesh torn from my bones with shotgun shells
Carrying some letters of loved ones to the midwest
Spiral down and die among my friends
Spiral down and die among my friends
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