oh surveyor of the land
cast your glance
no lines on the map
got your twine in hand
where to begin
i swear there’s gold in those hills
acres are plenty in heart
but lately the winters are long
they’ll do their best to make
what they’ve been planted for
oh surveyor of the stars
cast your glance
on the dotted canvas
your lantern lit
patient script on your lips
i swear there’s gold in those hills
acres are plenty in heart
but lately the winters are long
they’ll do their best to make
what they’ve been planted for
credits
from Plum Coulee,
track released November 30, 2010
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
Paper Window emotionally captures me with every listen. It houses my favourite song ever written and keeps me together when all hope feels lost. Keith Porteous (they/em)