This is my personal desert,
this is my personal slum,
I’ve become the person that I always hated
the enemy I was running from.
I wanted the sun to warm my skin,
but I wanted to hide from everything.
I made my life into a competition,
where’s my trophy mantle,
you sent me clippings
to an article I couldn’t begin to handle.
I wanted the sun to warm my skin,
but I wanted to hide from everything.
What’s a lag without the jet,
put my fucking fantasies to rest,
I flew everywhere just to find something I can’t forget.
For a minute I lost sight of it,
not just the light of it
but the whole full frame picture.
Passed out when I’d stand up,
can't see what my hands touch,
fall back down to a thud.
I won’t stop until I can see my bones.
(I won't stop until I can see my bones)
No matter how long I hold my breath
I’ve got to exhale just to let out the old.
I wanted the sun to warm my skin,
but I wanted to hide from everything.
D.C. artist Bartees Strange completely reinvents eight songs by The National, turning them into stunning electro-soul songs full of heart. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 9, 2020
supported by 102 fans who also own “I'll Be The Tornado”
This is probably the 10th time I’ve bought this album and it’s worth every penny. I was hooked on The Hotelier (formerly the Hotel Year) the moment I heard this Album. It’s a must have for any fan of emo 🖤 “Among the Wildflowers” has sentimental value. The end of this track still makes me cry. I remember this album playing in the background on many sleepless nights spent talking to a dear friend of mine, who I will always miss terribly. “Chewing Wildflowers to Numb the Pain.” Dianna Slater