Recently, very recently, about a week or a little more, say eight or nine days
I’ve heard a vast and roaring rushing sound and a couple piercing tones that never go away
Louder than the world around me
Everything’s distant and hazy
Hard to hear what you say clearly
It’s all so diffuse
When you don’t want the things you have but the things you have won’t go away, what do you do
All those ugly little blemishes, those foolish weaknesses, your distasteful truth
Pull off all the little pieces
Iron the unsightly creases
Wear it down until it ceases
To fight your abuse
Lately i’ve been getting used to it. We only know what we hear day after day
This white noise only drowns out the outside and most of that is useless anyway
Let it wash it all away
Take a little everyday
Soon there’ll be nothing left to play
Tinnitus Blues
Let it wash it all away
What is there, even, to save?
Everything’s awash in haze
Tinnitus Blues
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