There's a shadow in the door-frame
With a hunger for the highway
The poison from the bee sting
The mirrors on the ceiling
The thunder and the lightning
The hibernating heart sings out
And I shake the hand of the seamstress
Pinning up the clouds like patches
A little bit blue around the edges
Hanging all the quilts from the ceilings
Another room, another day, another season
Another feeling
Another reason to call me a liar
Standing in the park beside the fire
Stepping over lines that I had drawn there
There's a quiet conversation
A discarded invitation
A statue on the fountain
A molehill on the mountain
A river through the kitchen
We're swimming in basement now
And I met the ghost in the mirror
Gave me quite a fright but I came nearer
Told me all his secrets in a whisper
And I had my palm read by the psychic weather reporter
Said he was a wicked fortune-teller
Gazing at the glowing teleprompter
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
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