The path forms through twisted root and vine
The force that propels it is the fear borne of a lucrative lie
But hey
The silence is peaceful
The bench is quaint
The birds are sweet
You’d always zero in on the pock, the zit
The tiny eyesore at the wonder’s edge
You’d always say a thing then pedal it back
Like the lawyer who spews then motions to strike
It’s out there already
It’s poisoned the air and the minds
But “why oh why are you so sensitive all the time”
You searched me for bulimia
Shoulda sniffed me for booze
For seeing myself as litter on the breeze
A nihilism born of having no impact
On another’s irrationality
A moody, enveloping record from Zane Coppard, where dense and intricately crafted atmospheres cradle yearning vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 1, 2021
Intimate pop; Bollinger's vocals sound almost confidential as she muses on relationship neuroses over woozy, breezy instrumentation. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 18, 2019