The anxious winds that weave and wind,
Your jumper on the washing line,
A hand me down from mother’s side,
But the threads are drifting apart.
On the pitches where we scraped our shins,
They’ve built a new development,
But model homes aren’t serious.
Still the locals disapprove.
The crimson parts that drip with shame
In locker rooms. I won’t evade
This ambient uncertainty,
But you can’t pretend in the dark.
Remember when I cut my neck,
Erupting plumes on milky flesh,
They billowed like your cousin’s dress,
Through market stalls in June.
And somewhere on the crowded page,
I saw your dad’s obituary,
But never found the cemetery,
So I sat and drank in my car.
credits
from II,
released February 4, 2022
Lauren Kinsella - voice
Tom Taylor - piano
Matthew Herd - vocals, electric organ, Moog bass
Arun Thavasothy - vocals, electric guitar
Euan Burton - electric guitar
Tom McCredie - electric bass
Dave Hamblett - drums, percussion
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
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