the way an old candle burns out
I’ve grown to forget my flames
all that’s left: an ancient face
and a couple of names
at the time it meant so much
I’d ruined you
but as we grow old we find
better things to do
the way you talked
I find I can no longer recall
the smell of you
I don’t seem to remember at all
if that’s not victory
if that’s not victory
in dreams we meet again in darkened halls
in airports surrounded by windows for walls
what I know is there for clarity
but clearly lacking accuracy
nothing’s accomplished, nothing’s done
nothing to make the fires run
This compilation is a good cross-section of indie and lo-fi tunes from the community of the UK-based independent label. Bandcamp New & Notable May 17, 2019
Market, from Melbourne, fuse soul and chillwave on a wonderfully woozy song with rubbery guitars & breathy harmonies. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 19, 2020