#future snowbird

[christophosaurus]

Been tethered to my country like a ghost is to its room Suspended from a thread on a silver moon Boomerang road to the train tracks I'm only gone 'til I look back

[christophosaurus]

I thought you could've been my Neal Cassady or maybe just a friend. Still, it's always disappointing when you drive home. I'm not too familiar with what goes on where the city ends, Never tried to venture there alone. I've got the keys to many doors but I can't find the keys to you, And your lopsided summer smile

All I ever wanted, floating in the breeze, Was a feeling that made me weak in the knees, For somebody or something.

Every song that Charlotte Cornfield puts out ends up being absolutely essential to my internal narrative.

[christophosaurus]

How is this the official music video

I got so spooked Now I'm paisley and tea If I start making jam please come and shake me I used to be ballsy How did I get square? Running from the glow of the fire to protect my hair

I was a rhino and I was the loudest duck I was not just another robot for a buck I was a lover Ah hell I'm still around Dream catching all of this stardust and writing it down

[christophosaurus]

We stayed up all night making jenga inukshuks kissing slow and leafing through cookbooks opening the doors to see how the night looked on the festival grounds and at my place and yours Now I'm catching buses, sleeping on floors and coming to cherish household chores when I'm home again

[grayowlpoint]

[In] Future Snowbird [...] Cornfield’s self-agency shines through and given the messy mistakes, heartbreak, and uncertainties that flood the record, the importance of this cannot be overstated. 

Read our full review of Charlotte Cornfield’s Future Snowbird here.