'The Songs Of The Narcissist Cookbook' Book + 'This Is How We Get Better' download
A physical book with the lyrics to every Narcissist Cookbook track published between 2016 and 2022, with notes, reflections, alternate lines and the lyrics to scrapped tracks.
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The ground underneath my feet
Feels like it is crumbling away
And you were the only thing I had to hold on to
Tonight I'll go dancing alone
Where nobody knows me
Shake off the loneliness like snow off the shoulders of a winter coat
And when the music stops I'll weigh up
Whether I should call you
I think I'm going to leave my phone at home tonight
Cause I know that's the kind of thing I might do
The ground underneath my feet
It feels like it is dancing with me
And if I keep my eyes closed it's like I'm on my own
Sometimes you've just got to go
Where nobody knows your name
Lie in the loneliness like snow
Spread out your arms and make an angel
And when the music stops I'll weigh up
Whether I should call you
I think I'm going to leave my phone at home tonight
Cause I know that's the kind of thing I might do
(what happens in your dreams?
when you dream about me?)
The city doesn't look like any other
It is piled on top of itself
Like layers of sediment
You follow a path that feels level enough
Across roads and down alleys
And then, coming to a railing
You look over
And see the roof of a dizzying cathedral beneath you
That ten minutes earlier you had been staring up at in wonder
This city is a curse on cartographers
Bridges passing over bridges
Streets stacked upon streets upon streets
Parallel worlds that never quite meet
Buildings larger inside than out
Non-descript doors that lead, somehow, to entire, hidden towns
Stairwells that stretch ever up
And ever down
And all of this
Always
I strongly suspect
Moving
And changing
When no one is around
This city sleeps
And it sleeps deeply
Drawing long heavy breaths you might mistake for the growl of traffic
Or the groan of machinery
And when it dreams,
The empty streets swell with figments of its dreaming
Like you
Like me
We peer curiously down back alleys
We scale cathedrals and cling to their spires to crow with the gargoyles
We scratch dark prophecy into bathroom stall walls and answer calls on disconnected payphones
And through our eyes, and hearts, and mouths
The city begins to know itself
Through our missed exits, bad calls, and wrong turns
It thoroughly, painstakingly, maps itself out
supported by 27 fans who also own “i think i'm going to leave my phone at home tonight”
I do not normally cry because of music, or fiction in general. Chords made me cry. Every time I listen to it, it still feels like a warm, tight goodbye hug.
But it isn't what convinced me to buy this album, because damn, I knew I would right from the start of Secret Worlds, and knew it ever more at every song. The way the songs here can combine to tell a whole new story, and even reference others from The Horror and the Wild, is just magnificent. Mayana
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This is a great adaptation of Arthuriana and a brilliant narrative album. I love how the queerness of the characters is handled as an integral part of the narrative and plot development without it being the end all be all of the characters themselves. my boy Gawain deserved better though maritarvaniti
Another devastatingly beautiful batch of indie rock confessionals from Ontario singer, producer, and multi-instrumentalist Linnea Siggelkow. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 28, 2024