don’t even know how or where to begin
opening line of a chapter all but gone
there’s a card catalogue on your floor in piles baby
it’s obvious, obvious
ooo
line me up perfectly bound on your shelf
safe and sweet with a ribbon down my spine
i’m covered in your handwriting
all pretty like the colors
you once memorized with your fingertips
a book not worth readin anymore
a book not worth readin anymore
credits
from Plum Coulee,
track released November 30, 2010
supported by 10 fans who also own “Perfectly Bound”
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
supported by 7 fans who also own “Perfectly Bound”
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