Reverb and beer, lyrics
written for an unnamed
you caught me unaware.
Vague nostalgia—stars
above summer camp,
the milky way, silly names
Pickle-tree and Shim-Shimmel.
Crushes and otter-pops and
symbols and codes for youth
hid underneath a balance
raspy emotive voice
over simple chords.
The song reminded me
of friends basements,
songs about break-ups,
Dairy-Queen after youth group
and every first original feeling’s
shallow claim on authenticity.
This is all to say Julien Baker’s
new album really made me crave
fries and a butterfinger blizzard.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wmGVIvf8Q6s
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