She’s no savior
even though she looked like one
when we were both eighteen.
Now I am bashfully sleeping and dreaming up
—but I am not her man.
The space under my nails holds dirt.
Albeit, my hands stay idle and mad.
From now on everyone else will
just be me trying to recreate her.
I am still just a camera with a lens that
gets wiped clean.
The space under my nails holds dirt.
Albeit, my hands stay idle and mad.
There were Winters when
I did things for myself,
only to impress her
—working into late hours,
going home to hot showers
—sipping on my thoughts of spring,
and what there would be for us to do.
On this harmonically rich LP, the Scottish singer-songwriter contrasts gorgeous soprano harmonies with strident folk-rock instrumentation. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 26, 2023
Five ghostly folk songs described by Dayydream as being on the border of imagination & reality, all wreathed in delicate echo. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 6, 2022