things i lost as the year broke free
3 months of scratches & the markings of my words
Patience for my feeble finger teenage wasteland body
And wonka glasses for the call of the birds
Who counts their steps
better than me?
Who doubles back around
to realign the streets?
Things i found as the year broke loose
a rounded chin and chest and dinner my plate piled with leaves and grass
the algorithms add to nothing stop and promise to relax
a tired fear
and in the mirror
the woman’s mark burned in my ass
i cannot see
the differences between
how you describe yourself
and how you call for me
im speeding through the year
(there’s no way to)
and crawling through the weeks
i’m thickening the plot
(make yourself good)
im thinning as we speak
[retribution]
wait, that’s my line
call it fate
call it time
This is thoughtful and melancholy, but not morose -- there is hope in its sheer beauty. Her sensitivity as an arranger and producer is as impressive as her songwriting and singing; the whole album has a lovely sense of texture and space. Joe Madden