standing all alone on buchanan street
the sun's burning down, burning holes in my feet
on the cobble stone, i am all alone
then she comes along and she wants to know my name
i will play along with her little game
on the cobble stone, i am all alone
sitting on the grass by the river clyde
she's holding her guitar, playing by my side
we are along, we are skin and bone
losing ourselves in the afternoon
i hate farewells when they come so soon
we are all alone, we are skin and bone
oh my darling there's a train and it's coming
you better pack your bags before i start running away
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
The Australian folk-pop singer tackles deconstruction, her Christian childhood, and sexuality on her infectious sophomore album. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 14, 2023