I have missed the blossom on the trees beside the avenue,
Where I have walked in tangled roads of sadness all for you,
And services rendered,
For disappointment, disillusion, and your words meant
Nothing to me, anyway.
And this wild love has consumed me,
And all of your pleas will not sway me,
But I will weep until my eyes do not see,
But at least, my love, your pain will have set me free.
Oh but you were just a body in the night,
A hand to clasp in desperation in the morning light,
And memories left to me now,
Are bound all up in twine, with words I have uttered in vain,
Intruding on your peace of mind,
And this wild love has consumed me,
And all of your pleas will not sway me,
But I will weep until my eyes do not see,
But at least, my love, your pain will have set me free.
Oh lover, we have been blind,
Dust motes dancing in our eyes,
So leave me, go on your way,
But don't for one moment think I will stay.
And your wild love has consumed me,
And all of your tears have assuaged me,
So I will run, and leave my grief at your door,
But at least, my love, the pain will be yours no more.
Blended with influences of alt-indie and rock, Cordelia's music showcases free movement through ranges of emotion, lyrics like short stories and notes that hit like a sucker punch.
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
Thin Lear's sophisticated rock music is tempered with soaring chamber pop accents and an undeniable gift for melody. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 30, 2020