Walls from Umbrella by Anna p.s.
Tracklist
| 5. | Walls | 4:42 |
Lyrics
Yellow walls
Stained glass sunset
Late night fires
In the woods
Dirty hands
Grandmothers garden
If she were here
To see this mess
Hold on
Hold on
To these walls
Unmade beds
Chickens laughing
Empty souls
Fill the old farmhouse
August days
Hot humid tension
Broken mirrors l
Line the walls
Hold on
Hold on
To these walls
One more word
Typewriter tapping
Lies poured out
For us to see
I said goodbye
September’s mourning
Black beauty left
One last time
Hold on
Hold on
To these walls
Their witness will live
When we’re gone
And so I hold on
Please hold on
Hold on
Credits
License
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Indie folk musician Anna p.s. conveys a sense of weariness throughout her simple but resonant songs, but it’s a weariness that keeps a blanket of hope tucked up under its chin, even as the rain keeps falling outside the windows. Grace always lurks around the corner on tunes that layer delicate vulnerability over the hearty stock of this songwriter’s spirit.