Okay, y’all have probably already heard the mess with Ethel Cain. I am not willing to repeat it here. I will start by saying I fell in love with her music, and the fact that she is trans. Her music brings out every dormant emotion in me. And with it, often brings tears. I like to say I am a giant walking tear duct, water streaming out like the Amazon river, at times.
Janie off of her latest album Hold me/Smell of mildew/I wanna die/in this room. Okay - a bit morbid shoot me down/come on hurt me/i’m wide open/and deserving
lyrics that are cutting me to the quick i know she’s your girl now/but she was my girl first
Casings - Ugh sonically, all of her music is a trip for the ears. This song trips my senses of wanting and needing to be desired is it something how she moves/…does she smell the way I do/when she hugs you in the night fuuuuuuuuuuuccccckkkkkkkkk!!!!!!!!
Then there’s Inbred mama”s comatose/she can’t leave the bed/something smells/and it’s beginning to spread
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