Oh , Someone saw you wandering down the avenue,
Plastered drunk and spewing nonsense about nothing.
Can't even hold it on your own
Well I shrug it off and sigh,
Some people aren't meant to have purpose of lives.
We're all just severed souls,
Some just like to think that they're whole.
Look at you falling to the sea,
This is what you call your heaven.
I'll paint you a picture of a tragedy.
Started out slow and sweet,
Of a bond that can't be beat,
But wore down through the years,
From all the shitty situations,
False pretenses,
And the tears.
Well you won't find a way,
to make it the same as before.
You're on track to die alone,
and there's nothing I can do,
but watch you.
And as crazy as this seems,
you left me with these hellish dreams.
And I can't help feeling no shame in saying,
"I'm glad. I'm glad to see you in this pain."
And as crazy as this seems,
you left me with these hellish dreams (I couldn't leave).
And I can't help feeling no, fucking shame
in saying, "I'm glad. I'm glad to see you in this pain."
Sarah Bethe Nelson leans into the uncanny and the poetic without resorting to grand settings or sweeping metaphors. Bandcamp Album of the Day Aug 1, 2022
Dreamy, intricate guitar pop from Oakland's Absent City; splashes of accordion, sitar, lap steel, and mandolin add textural richness. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 26, 2020