Oh pretty thing you blend in with the snow.
I met you in the summer so you thought I wouldn’t know.
Its topical not tropical in Ithaca New York,
And God knows that I miss it there.
Persephone I hope you’re keeping warm.
I hope you’re chasing waterfalls with effervescent form.
I don’t know if you miss me but I pray I’m on your mind.
Cause I still can’t go anywhere.
There’s all this bleakness in winter,
It’s lasted all damn year,
And all this meekness that splinters,
The happiness I fear.
A solid pause on everything I’d planned,
And all I had prepared,
My answers are a questionnaire.
Persephone you said it to my face,
I’d never make it anywhere by standing in one place.
So I learned a second language, and now I can tell you twice,
That everything will be ok.
I’ll tell you Merry Christmas on the phone,
I’ll harmonize to Auld Lang Sine stuck in my room alone,
The big things are disasters, but the little things are nice,
And I can live with it that way.
I know nostalgia is quicksand,
A biased ruminate,
Dreams of hillsides in Finland,
My future demonstrates,
How a couple summer Saturdays could never be enough.
No a coupe summer Saturdays could never be enough.
Give me back those summer Saturdays, oh that would be enough,
To tell me it will be ok.
credits
released June 28, 2021
Audio and Video by Susannah Enslow
Edited and Mixed by Bennty
Lia Braswell of A Place to Bury Strangers delivers an EP that volleys from turbulent pop to drifting near-ambient ballads. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 11, 2020