I should have known better
But I was old enough to try
Out of all the things I remember
Matter of fact, my whole life
The print on my girlfriend’s bed
The sound of her parent’s tv
What I gained in love
What I expected to be
Let it all...
She should have been better
So we closed our eyes
My hands underneath her sweater
My heart between her eyes
Smile from across the room
The turn of the page
The things that we wanted to do
The changes that came
Let it all wash over my life
Smile from the across the room
The powers that Bleed
The things that she wanted to do
All she expected from me
Let it all wash over my life
When I think on it, I start to realize
Today’s promise, tomorrow’s black eye
When I think on that, it hurts my insides
Seeing my life through her eyes
When I look back on the whole of my life
What have I done?
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A beautiful and criminally underrated album, complete with utterly unique lyrics, ethereal guitar, and stunning bass work. The soundtrack to some very, very good years. wack_jilliams
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In a more perfect world, this band would blaring out of every radio on Earth. The lyrics, the vocals, the just-outta-teens snark and earnestness... so much to love. paulimboden
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This album sounds like emotionally distraught mud and I absolutely love it. You can really feel the songs trying to wade their way through the sludge of bass and low-tone guitars. It's heavy and definitely worth a buy. Connor Henricksen
Tense post-punk from Big Supermarket, “1800” threads bent-wire guitars through blinking keys and dead-eyed vocal lines. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 9, 2018
Fronted by Grammy-nominated studio engineer Antonia Gauci, this upstart Australian trio balances radiant pop with foreboding alt-rock. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 24, 2024
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This record epitomizes the beauty, love, and sincerity that define Laura Stevenson as an artist. She keeps it honest, doesn't flinch at sadness and rage—but she also considers joy. She doesn't despair. Neither should we. Not while we can listen to music like this. djuss