Now it’s time to pack up.
Stickers and boarding pass numbers were all over my suitcase. Crevice on the wheels drags me down the familiar roads and signs. The train hustles through tunnels and subdivisions. Sunlight drifts apart.
lyrics
There’s nothing to be done today
what’s said can’t be unsaid
We’re all just passersby
inside containers
where we unfold our wooden hearts
My backpack is
where I drop my emos
I throw ’em away when it’s full
looking out my windowpane
flowers bloom then wither
buried in monotones
and you know
I don’t believe, we’re all worse off
when we limp from the train
fresh rain on pavement
Sunset crosses your watercolor eyes
On my way home
Oh
It’s time to pack
but just a matter of time, a fact
Now it’s time to leave with peace
but just a matter of time, a fact
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The most beautiful, meditative album with spoken word poetry and ambient-folk instrumentation I heard in 2021. An album on repeat and still continue to inspire my poetry and music writing. Haotian
French singer-songwriter Sophia Djebel Rose makes shadowy, minimal psych-folk with magnetic and immediate emotional connection. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 29, 2022