When did I forget how to swim
When did I begin to dream of oceans
Seeping through these seams
I’m heavy
A rag doll ready
To pull apart from years of use
An upturned dress a missing shoe
Unsteady bent and barely
Able to see
Whose eyes are these
Pissholes in the snow it seems
Until they reach the blackened streams
Is this relief
I’m filling up I’m spilling out
A hand to throat a song to mouth
I’m spinning choking singing
A little girl runs towards the sea
Beauty is a careless thief
Now dimming
A memory slipping
Unable to see
Whose eyes are these
Pissholes in the snow it seems
Until they reach the blackened streams
Is this relief
An almost anti-blues/anti-rock style that masters classic sounds while mocking the industry’s perceived seriousness. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 27, 2018
British folk musician Tom Nash built these delicate and moving songs around a broken harmonium, allowing its limitations to open up worlds. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 12, 2021
It's been a really long time since I've been that impressed by songwriting so creative and smart, plus the courage in displaying such vulnerability, and touched by the sheer beauty of the music, all at the same time. (I'm usually not a fan of digital only music purchases, but just had to make an exception here, after having the pleasure of experiencing a live gig by the wonderful Lucy, and buying the followup album on CD there - also heavily recommended!) mawit