I am sitting in the dark alone
Cuddling with my grandfather’s shotgun
And I wish the wood and steel and plastic
Had a pulse like yours
I am waiting for the thief in the night
Might not be coming, but I miss him every day
It took a year until I got the message
I didn’t kill me because I had the choice
I just can’t stop moving
I only want to leave
I’m breathing in and out too fast
I wish I could breathe
No one look in my direction
I’m all alone in a crowd
Everyone shut the goddamn fuck up
The silence is too loud
I think there’s a stone pressing on my chest
More weight, more weight, more weight
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