it sounds like it should be raining
nobody is walking outside
the few that are out are on their way home
or running out of places to find one
I easily forget
it does not always rain when people are depressed here
we have to figure that out
on our own
through the glass I know the dew is there
but not collecting on my face
let’s get you inside because under the golden rain tree
is no place for a winter home
the current sad is always the most sad
that’s its beauty
now you can be at peace when you’re asleep
**Sunday nights
hold inside
a tenderness to sit still
business is empty
and so am I**
the storm is running out
of patience for the drought
the colors are falling down so maybe
we will all stop hanging around
the eyes are in the trees
looking farther than we can see
elemental feelings
run free
Guitar tones caress us with a twang of gold as we gaze up in awe. Hanging above us are hundreds of singing pitcher plants, their bodies filled with sweet nectar. There is an undercurrent of menace buried deep within this song, a faint screaming of insects as they are being devoured. The Doll
I guess what separates Angel Olsen from other artists I dig is that I really love her lyrics. Well that's true for most artists I admire, actually. Except Interpol. My god, those lyrics really trip up the songs. In any case, Angel would be a top 3 lyricist in my book but for this: "This time of year the nights fall longer/So grow a spine or catch cold". Is she calling me spineless? Somehow a lesser man? It's bad enough that I avoid the mirror for this reason, I don't need this abuse from Angel. Bill H
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