With a crooked trunk, striving to grow,
Flung from heaven,
to the wood below.
My crooked branches, hands of thorns bear no fruit.
Black vines and vultures (with saw-toothed mouths)
Following me to the valley, you said you'd be there,
but you're not, so where are you now?
Did you know I'd forfeit my body when you bled to win the crown for me?
So hurl me down,
I only speak when you pull of my leaves.
Tied to the ground, bleeding and screaming;
I'm roots from a seed.
Ropes growing down out of my feet;
to this prison I'm bound.
My savior! My savior!
"Depart from me!"
I know I've built this anchor,
I tied it to my neck.
There are boards over my eyes,
and there's no light in the cracks.
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
An atmospheric debut from one of Memphis’ most dynamic, compelling artists full of vulnerability and tender sentiments. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 14, 2021
Baker follows up her recent debut album with an Audiotree Live performance during which her powerhouse voice simply shines. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 12, 2016
This may be Nate Kinsella's "dad record," but the array of experimental sounds and soulful songs on offer evidence a new creative peak. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 23, 2024