i imagine listening as a shallow thing.
sound is only noise if it won't sing,
we often write & prescribe words into songs,
though the beauty fades like breath.
but silence is as deep as blood, belting
a chorus only when we’ve torn our seams.
i feel truth breaks me before it ever shows;
it'll sound like laughter before i realize
how its stains me. because listening doesn’t
tell us why another person grows
we see blood like an echo
i know this: i’m blind to how i’m seen.
someone once told me to
"be the girl next door"--
after i kiss thier neck
darling i cant give anyone
the girl they dream out
of me.
because
what if listening is a shallow thing?
sound is only noise if it won't sing
& still we hear music differently.
write the chorus as it crawls thru
your seams. truth breaks us
before it ever shows, it sounds
like laughter if you know
how you bleed and if you’ve heard
the echoes we’ve ignored
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Lo-fi doesn't get any better than this. These 12 tracks are where the genre peaked. Even City Girl seems to realize she had perfected it; all of her later albums (which are excellent) explore beyond Lo-fi sounds. izmir_stinger
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Snow Rose to me is probably my favorite album to this day with amazing sounds like for example Château Fountain, this album delivers everything that you like. TheNugget1999