I can watch you through the trees
See your breath and how you breathe
Split the universe in half
Like a sociopath
There’s a jagged crooked line
Slicing everything inside
Pulls my guts out of my mouth
Defining all that we’re about
In the thickened winter air
Watch the forest disappear
Brush your hair out of your eyes
Everything is a surprise
I’m descending from above
Will I ever be enough
Carry you into the night
Collapse the lines we circumscribed
If our particles collide
Like a bumper car ride
If the planets should align
To reveal some design
I will be here I will be near
Watching as the world gets weird
supported by 4 fans who also own “The World Gets Weird”
Rarely have I come across such a beautiful album born out of so much pain. At times it’s almost too personal to listen to. But when I do, Guy’s timeless love for Pam always lifts my spirits. Glorious. Peter Blencowe
Another devastatingly beautiful batch of indie rock confessionals from Ontario singer, producer, and multi-instrumentalist Linnea Siggelkow. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 28, 2024