20 years since I heard this for the first time. I have never, ever gotten tired of this album, or any of The Velvet Teen's music. Unparalleled depth and texture, and a combination of artists who have made so many things I love. The young man who etched the cover art into copper, played such nuanced drums, and harmonized ethereally throughout this album, died a few years later. I don't know anything about legacy, but I'm really grateful for the art he left behind.
It's Halloween, so in addition to the Disney gloss of silly witches, I take a moment to reflect on Death.
They're all waiting for me
These eyes, these hands, let them wash over me
And all the words we said, all the words we said, have a way of rubbing off
I said them so your courage could come back and run to your room while you're weeping
I'll see you in your bed while you're sleepingWell, farewell
I won't hold you down
No, I'll heal cracks in your head
Heal the cracks in your headStay back