The summer set fire to the rain—and fire to my bones—but you just stood there begging for the world to leave you alone. The summer set fire to the rain—and fire to my bones—it burned until nothing remained of all that I’d known. The winter held spring in white gloves, and slowly it grew—but you just stood there waiting for the world to walk out on you. Don’t you see everything’s interweaving? Don’t you know all of the world’s conceiving you? How long, holding true? How long until the bloom? How long must we wait for you? It’s waiting, under the snow. We sowed the good seed—how long till you let it grow?
Another devastatingly beautiful batch of indie rock confessionals from Ontario singer, producer, and multi-instrumentalist Linnea Siggelkow. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 28, 2024