No pain ever quite so replete as that which we
allow to steep in the silent space between us.
As tips sprawl out over upholstery but fail to meet,
We paint a vivid portrait of accismus.
Who are you in other rooms?
When I’m not there does it still hurt the same?
Can we talk? Is it too soon?
Do you think that you’ll ever look at me that way again?
Pace the floor of this vacant house,
no sense left in speaking.
God, it feels so weak to avert my eyes from your indifference.
Strike a match up off this friction,
light me up just like you used to.
Who are you in other rooms?
When I’m not there does it still hurt the same?
Can we talk? Is it too soon?
Do you think that you’ll ever look at me that way again?
And now you bite your tongue and you call it love,
But you know it won’t go back to the way it was
So why would you beg me to stay then resent me because I’ve changed?
Musically this feels more experimental for La Dispute reminding me of their Here, Hear releases. Very atmospheric and easy to lose your self in. Perfect for the next time you’re contemplating your existence. (Also found out the guitarist builds his own pedals and used them on this record; neato!) Mikey
The post-hardcore band’s latest is a reflection on time, memory, death, and grief—and is their dreamiest material to date. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 22, 2019