Cattail Down, the morning rail yard whistle blows.
Cattail Down, our boxcar bound for no-one-knows.
After every hidden seed out from its covering has been free and every book has been discarded from the bookshelf.
Cattail Down, in the forgetting of myself.
Cattail Down, replace the feathers in our vest.
Cattail Down, surround the ivy that's gone to poison in my chest.
The Parachute broke loose!, cried the Goose with misplaced (but understandable) concern for his little Brother's mental health, his happy little Brother in the forgetting of himself.
Cattail Down, around the bulrush the pollen shed.
Cattail Down, to dress my wounds, it left a Bee sting in their stead.
Have been anger thoughts from out my head
Headed east out of St. Paul we stopped for water, rested in the cemetery, watched the Mississippi.
Running out of food stamps, found a bag along the footpath off highway 61, filled with what looked like marijuana.
(don't worry, Mom, we left it there...)
Hopped a grainer out of Pig's Eye toward Milwaukee, the Deer between the tower and the tracks saw right through us, said: You don't know where you came from, you don't know where you're going.
You think you're you, but you don't know who you are, you're not you...
you're Everyone Else.
Musically this feels more experimental for La Dispute reminding me of their Here, Hear releases. Very atmospheric and easy to lose your self in. Perfect for the next time you’re contemplating your existence. (Also found out the guitarist builds his own pedals and used them on this record; neato!) Mikey
i'm no good so i'll let everyone else do the talking abt how great this album is bc i have more important things to talk abt like that it was recorded in my hometown!! i was walkin around a stupid little ten-year-old and they were in the stu makin this album less than a mile from my house!! what!!!!! Elizabeth
Julien Baker is an acquired taste - assuming of course you’ve acquired great taste in singer songwriters… beautiful, devastating, honest, insightful… I’ve not heard a single song of hers that hasn’t left me in absolute awe. crisbroadhurst