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Stygian Hollow - Self-Titled (Full Album)

Mind the capcut at the end lol. Hope you enjoy my first full album of lyrical folk music :) TRACKLIST 00:00 1 - Flightless 01:56 2 - Self – Untitled 06:18 3 - 101 09:29 4 - Rogue Flowers Among Fields of Wheat 14:12 5 - Between the Lines 21:53 6 - Flightless (Reprise) FLIGHTLESS I looked to my right and I locked my gaze with a crow's Perched on the fence, its black beady eyes burnt mine As my neck turned to follow him, it turned to follow me I felt judged I looked up above and the crane cut clean through the clouds I felt gravity pulling me down It would all come smashing on top of me I felt small I wanted to climb up and see the world... Might as well just keep my skin tight No feathers, no light SELF – UNTITLED I might be real In others' eyes But the minds conceal And the heron flies I might be real Before my own eyes But the mind conceals Where the penguin flies When will there be A word to cling on to? No possibility To be finally in tune? And when will it be That you're gonna come through? And down to a tee I can look perfect for you? Inching down the ridge Caked in ice One slip, every bone, every hinge will Break like ice Metal spikes on my soles Aim down sights One tip, every hormone and goal will Break disguise When will there be A hope to cling on to? No possibility To be finally secure And when will it be That you'll run me through? Cause down to a tee I don't look perfect for you. 101 I've got a map that points me to the nearest pub I've got a map that points me to the nearest brothel I've got a map that points me to the nearest club And I've got a map that points me to the nearest bridge I've got a friend who tells me how many people died I've got a friend who tells me who's a pedophile I've got a friend who feeds me shite And I've got a friend who makes me senile I've got a dial that lets me call the police I've got a dial that lets me call my parents I've got a room that keeps me from peace And I've got a room that keeps me from loneliness ROGUE FLOWERS AMONG FIELDS OF WHEAT [Instrumental] BETWEEN THE LINES One, two, one two three four five six... Come on down and dance with me Down in the undergrowth Where the nettles and flowers brush against your feet And the soft breeze, smelling of death Caresses you, but not... It's aw a swingin' daw A pile on the see And a pile, on the saw And then me The crowds gaze over me Over no man's land Is there no dignity For a lad(ss) Like me I lie Somewhere In between the lines I've been a lass before A lad no more Any notion of my role Has been floored When you look at me Please do not assume That I am what came out The womb I'm nothing like you... I lie Somewhere In between the lines Who the hell made these rules??? Why should anyone care! Why should the shape of you dictate Anything about you? "That's just the way things are" Well can't things change? Nothing makes sense anymore!!! Would the world really shake??? I lie... Though most are unaware, All of us lie Somewhere In between the LINES!!! THE WORLD IS SHUTTING DOWN FOR ANYONE WHO DARE NOT COMPLY TO SAVE OURSELVES FROM BEING DROWNED STILL BETWEEN THE LINES, WE LIE We are an esker, Under the glacier We're bottom feeders, 'Neath kilometres... FLIGHTLESS (REPRISE) I looked to my right and I locked my gaze with a crow's Perched on the fence, its black beady eyes burnt mine As my neck turned to follow him, it turned to follow me I felt judged Blacklisted I looked up above and the crane cut clean through the clouds I felt gravity pulling me down It would all come smashing on top of me I felt small I wanted to climb up and see the world... The crane soared mockingly Shat on my head And on my wings it tread So in the dirt i liiied Might as well just keep my skin tight! No feathers, no light... Maybe in another LIFE - Recordings from 27.05.2025 - 01.01.2026 Stygian Hollow - songwriting, lyrics Stygian Hollow - production, mixing Stygian Hollow - vocals, acoustic guitar, bodhran, bongo, cabasa, claps, desk, egg shaker, irish whistle, jinglestick, maraca, palms, tang tang, ukulele Track 5 features the one and only Luca Calmera - vocals, flute, harmonica, violin - Abigail G. - album photo Julia P. - person in photo Influences: the Antlers, Robbie Basho, Car Seat Headrest, MJ Lenderman, Elsie MacDonald, Jim O'Rourke, Silver Mt. Zion, Songs: Ohia, Sprain, Vylet Pony, Weatherday, Wilco, Cameron Winter A good friend of mine also released her own album the same day as mine. Go take a listen and support her if you'd like a charmingly bitter, sarcastic, noisy and gay sloppy slopfest :) madelinedawnsikes.bandcamp.com/album/internet-handle-for-a-sixteen-year-old-girl And if you've listened to this, thank you so much! Expect a bigger and better album later this year.