doesnt it feel good

No Burden

Trust

Scrambles

Sort of Like Being Pumped

2007

Cartoon Clouds

CREDITS 
Written By: Katherine Paul
Produced By: Katherine Paul
Produced By: Takiaya Reed
Mixed By: Nicholas Wilbur 
Engineered By: Nicholas Wilbur
Mastered By: Nicholas Wilbur


PERFORMERS
KP: guitar, mellotron, vocals
Phil Elverum: vocals 
Lori Goldston: cello 
Swil Kanim: violin
Gibrana Cervantes: violin


LYRICS
Bah bah bah bah bah bah 
Bah bah bah bah 
Bah bah bah bah 
Bah bah 

In the Stinta
Gray and white salmon swim upstream
Yellow underneath the stream 

Through the window 
All I see is driving me away 
Screaming in the distant sea 

Bah bah bah bah bah bah 
Bah bah bah bah 
Bah bah bah bah
Bah bah 

In the Stinta
Gray and white salmon swim upstream
Yellow underneath the stream 

Bah bah bah bah bah bah 
Bah bah bah bah 
Bah bah bah bah 
Bah bah bah bah 
Bah bah bah bah 
Bah bah bah bah 
Bah bah bah bah 
Bah bah bah bah 

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The Land, The Water, The Sky

Salmon Stinta

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If you’ve ever felt stuck on the sofa while the relationship ship quietly sailed off, this one might hit close to home. We’d really love to hear your thoughts - does this song reflect something you’ve lived through, or are you hearing it differently? Drop a comment and let us know. 🎶💬

This song lives in that uneasy space between closeness and distance - when love is still there, but communication starts locking its doors. It’s about emotional unreadability, mixed signals, and the quiet anxiety of not knowing where you stand with someone you care about. With tender honesty and a touch of wry humour, the lyrics trace the questions a lover is often too afraid to ask out loud: Are we drifting? Am I still wanted? Do you feel what I’m feeling?

Tell me. Tell me please. 
Are you locking the doors to
certain rooms inside your brain.
Are you locking the doors to
certain rooms inside your brain.
Are you trying to become
.....impossible to read again.
Are you trying to become
.....impossible to read again.

When it comes to you,
how am I supposed to know?
.....What should your lover do?
When does a simple cuddle
.....solve this complicated muddle
and advance us to the bedroom?
Am I there in your diary as
'possible all the way' Friday?
Are there no more entries planned?
Am I banned to the sofa again?
When will you feel my pain?
Oh! When will you feel my pain?

*

I fear for our relationship ship.
It's left harbour on the sly.
It's gone off on a cruise to nowhere. 
And I have no idea why.
I think the least you can do
.....is to inform your crew
of the love-boat's destination.
......I think I deserve
some kind of kind explanation.

*

Tell me. Tell me please. 
Are you locking the doors to
certain rooms inside your brain.
Are you locking the doors to
certain rooms inside your brain.
Are you trying to become
.....impossible to read again.
Are you trying to become
.....impossible to read again.

When it comes to you,
how am I supposed to know?
.....What should your lover do?
When does a simple cuddle
.....solve this complicated muddle
and advance us to the bedroom?
Am I there in your diary as
'possible all the way' Friday?
Are there no more entries planned?
Am I banned to the sofa again?
When will you feel my pain?
Oh! When will you feel my pain?

*

I fear for our relationship ship.
It's left harbour on the sly.
It's gone off on a cruise to nowhere. 
And I have no idea why.
I think the least you can do
.....is to inform your crew
of the love-boat's destination.
I think I deserve
some kind of a kind explanation.

*

Am I there in your diary-
'possible all the way' Friday?
Are there no more entries planned?
Am I banned to the sofa again?
When will you feel my pain?
Oh! When will you feel my pain?

When will you feel my pain?
Oh! When will you feel my pain?

FEEL MY PAIN

We’re spinning coins, we’re burning time
What’s the point? We’ve seen this all before
One slip and we’ll be right back under
We're going in circles
We're going in circles
We're going in circles

This close, but never through it
I’m none the wiser, never knew it
I’m standing at the edge of
Promise made, so quick to fade
I’m repeating

We’re rotten fruit, we’re catching flies
What’s the point? We’ve got nothing more to lose
One slip and we’ll be right back under
We're going in circles
We're going in circles
We're going in circles

You reached out for my hand
You reached out for my hand
I looked, but I was already gone
Already gone

All numbers have been counted
All days have blurred to one
But yesterday finds you waiting
So you're circling back

You reached out for my hand
You reached out for my hand
I looked, but I was already gone
Already gone

You reached out for
You reached out for
But I stood still in time.
Didn’t move, just lay in wait
I let it pass
I let it pass

Trust

Lucy Dacus

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