Light remains,
So much brighter when it fades,
And unlike what they say,
Nothing stays the same.
I carved your name,
Just beside the felt-tip flames,
On my high school pencil case,
When we slept among the stains,
Retinol and razor blades,
Convinced that I was going to die,
The first time that I came.
Eyes ablaze,
With your arms around my waist,
And I knew it from your face,
That things were going to change.
Wide awake,
Feeling something close to hate,
Scrolling through the private page,
Where the kids you said were gay,
Often go to masturbate.
And how long can you tell yourself
That this is just a phase?
We are the curators,
And the keepers of our lives.
Watched a starling’s soft decline,
Amidst the shepherd’s lucky sky,
Like the emptiness you find,
When the chemicals subside,
And I’m confessing my desires,
Misdemeanours, and my crimes.
The voices on the radio
Continue through the night.
credits
from II,
released February 4, 2022
Lauren Kinsella - voice
Tom Taylor - piano
Donald Grant - violin
Triona Milne - viola
Ben Cashell - cello
Euan Burton – producer
Patrick Phillips – engineer
Katie May - engineer
Ioan Hazell – assistant engineer
Mixing by Patrick Phillips at Real World Studios
Mastering by Patricia Sullivan at Bernie Grundman Mastering
The British-Somali poet draws upon everything from leftfield folk to minimalist spoken-word, bound together by simple-yet-cutting wordplay. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 28, 2021
Hushed folk-based songs build from feathery acoustic guitar figures and draped with layers of keys and pedal steel. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 14, 2023
The great 2nd LP from Matt Dorrien expands his Nilsson-y songs into bossa nova, jazz, & more, with melodies always front & center. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 16, 2022