Speak your truth, spit your doubt. Our love’s in the gutter, they’re bleeding us out— they built a fire but it wasn’t for me. And everything went black when the sun fell, but it was bright beneath the trees—I realized that we don’t simply cease to be (we become.) Somebody said that I’m a dreamer—I never knew why, but now I see. Somebody’s calling in the morning, but I won’t be there—I always leave. There was a voice in the night —but the words were lost, and then found, in the pouring rain. So listen to the call when it comes, or else you won’t know what it means. One more day, one more hour, to learn your name (and forget.) Who is the dreamer, and what is the dream, and what’s
hidden in-between?
Another devastatingly beautiful batch of indie rock confessionals from Ontario singer, producer, and multi-instrumentalist Linnea Siggelkow. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 28, 2024