The willows
on the water
hang down to play
but feel
a cold misunderstanding
hung dried out
like her tears
the widow’s on the landing
her lover’s buried near
and the trees
are burning gladly
but I won’t cry for you
my love
Your eyes reflect
the water
a river of your fear
not dead
but disillussioned
and savaged by your peers
through the window
left wide open
I spied your resltess heart
now I will
sing it gladly
that I won’t cry for you
my love
Listening to this album tonight for the first time in a few years and am again blown by how fucking good it is. It is beautifully sparse, lofi and makes me feel all the positive melancholy feelings I sometimes need xx Samuel Johnston
The songs on the latest from Absolutely Free feel as expansive as a cloudless sky, with ringing guitars and bright-eyed melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 25, 2021