Back to square one, do not pass go
I absorbed an archive, and not a thing to show
Clean out the house, throw out the script
(All the) things in my head,
are graffiti on a sunken ship, so
Nobody cares what I know
I learned for so many years
Nobody cares what I know
The blood, the sweaters, the tears
Too many ways, to find what you need
Why ever ask me, when you could ask jeeves
The chronicles I’ve kept, I can keep to myself
In an ugly little box on a dusty little shelf
Dates and facts, events and eras, movements, cultures- it’s trivial
Artifacts, extinctions, moments of alleged significance- it’s trivial
Nobody cares what I know
I learned for so many years
Nobody cares what I know
The blood, the sweaters, the tears
An old bedroom pop favorite out of the UK. Goes on a real journey from folk to synthpop and outdoes itself as it goes. LOVE "Skipmaid," "Girl From Barri Island," "Nest Longs to Play Cricket" GLAT
Often dark and bleak but often quite shimmery and beautiful. Literally goes well with nature. Favorites: "Cardboard", "Panna a Netvor", "Gilroy" and "A Wilderness." It gon' haunt you! GLAT
Boston post-punk outfit Junk Ranchers broke up in 1986 before this, their debut album, was released; darkly melodic, it's a long-lost gem. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 22, 2020