And so it starts
We map out a benched heart
And hit the park after dark
Feel the rain against my robes
As I relieve myself on a lamppost
Ash, dust, claps and thuds
This is how to cope with floods
Get out on the dubs
He balks at the sight of thee
Howling under the oak tree
Hazmat spies our fire
But what he don't know is he's next on the pyre
So you've a boxcutter in your duffle coat
Nose bleed in the 2nd class post
Youse ain't spooked but the hoods they shook
Backhanded praise for the scalp you just took
And look that's a lot of blood
To wash off in the flood
From the reams, to the road, to the mud
We got it all locked up
Despite its themes of isolation and loneliness, Caroline White's latest batch of folk-pop confessionals is an LP brimming with confidence. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 7, 2019