Turn me around, cause its impossible to go on like this
You couldn’t honestly know how little you mean to me
You couldn’t possibly see through the cloak of my dignity
But I’ve never spilt blue on my collar
So I just scream and holler
We are evil (know what you say)
We are evil (not today)
We are evil (oh to be found)
We are evil just turn me around
Cause its impossible to go on like this
Gazing back through the pines
I see where crooked rooftops bide
While soft, sunken sheaths of meat
They fall and they gather round my feet
I throw myself further into the throng
The cuckoos call a coronation song
I whistle a droning note along and cry
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