the tales we tell
turn my heart inside out
little by every little
the words you speak
i tuck in my clothes
all day long as i breathe
we could make a home
a cabin in the trees
where days and nights
would be even sweeter
sights unfold in simple melodies
i’ll build it for you
i’ll build it with my bare hands
i wander this town best i can
on my own two feet
wish i had your hand to hold onto
it’s incomplete
this home without you
it’s incomplete
this home without you
it’s incomplete
credits
from Plum Coulee,
track released November 30, 2010
supported by 10 fans who also own “Home Without You”
This is the first album I found that really spoke to me as a young fem.
From the simplicity, the bass drum, specifically in landfill is so steady and soothing. I love landfill because it perfectly portrays trauma bonds, sexual or romantic relationships rooted in power imbalance. Being led on, unrequited love, constantly being clueless if someone is a real friend, or a lover. Are they yours or are they ruthlessly rogue. Untameable. Love and hate are such similar feelings, and they often mingle. clementinehatepageichangedmymind
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I've always enjoyed singer-songwriter guitarists, especially those with fine voices, a simple approach. This may be folk at its core but it's beautifully executed with a contemporary edge. Enjoy in the dark, after midnight, with a glass of Tasmanian whiskey. Hassles