In that dream there was a house
And I was haunting it
Loaded with unexorcized love
Both making us laugh
And making as all sad
What if I butchered time
And that old part of mine
Would you still want
My bloody hand
In your hair
My morning man?
I’ve shut up
But nevertheless this joke has gone way too far
If there’d ever been a fix for anyone
They’re hardly going to hand it out
Oh dear god
I could have been blessed
And be a blessing myself
Rid us of the state of anxious hovering
Over that line in the sand
That’s it for today
Don’t even begin to picture the monster you’ve made of yourself
In the eyes of everyone else
With its gorge and claws
And its indecision and lack of response for those it has pained
Wide awake
Half-conscious, half-clutched, half-ignite
Someday I’ll make it right
Just wait
All will fade
There’s a mighty cinematic sweep in the songs on the latest from Badlands, the big and imposing orchestration with dreamlike vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 27, 2022
Sweden's Catharina Jaunviksna, aka Badlands, creates gently glowing '80s-inspired pop - think of it as new wave in pastel rather than neon. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 2, 2021