It's been sixty days
Since the black sky opened up the food-gates.
Fell down hard on the sun-stained fair-grounds.
Held back any
recollection
of the bloodshed
somehow.
And now
This unending rain
Stopping short on the surface of the watery graves
Is another, even nicer, simpler sort of silence these days.
Don't be so afraid of the insomnia plague.
This is what he wrote in the ripped-up note:
I've become something even less than a ghost.
Even more of a though, I've become a mirage.
I'm the shaky air encircling the flickering flame.
I'm the white wall swallowing the window frame.
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Listening to Shallow is like reading an Emily Dickinson poem: I can never guess which word will come next or what the rhythms of speech will be, but I’m startled and in awe at the directions they take. It feels like she is slowing her life down so she can trace her way back to her essential self, wresting beauty from ugliness and healing from heartache. I’m just a finger pointing to the moon. Listen if you can. It’s a special album and a wonderful offering to the world. Thank you Sea🤍 richardc2
The Portland ambient musician uses fuzzy moog synths, mellotron tones, hushed piano, and subtle textures to create a modern holiday classic. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 2, 2025
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Daughter is one of those bands that is instantly recognizable, for a good reason. The sorrowful expression of Elena's voice has to be one of the best things to ever happen to music. Gentle, sorrowful, mournful, and yet so human. Leviathan's Sea