i guess it'll be one of those nights
the moon is black
& my stomach burns
i guess i'm having one of those nights
expanding head
like a flying bird
was it something i said
sent dark messages
showing my flesh like
a defeathered bird
tried to make us
take turns
& my collar burned
pressing into yours
like it was an urn
& i remember these nights
losing sight
the darker it gets
so many nights in these rooms
squealing wheels
vomit on the beds
was it something i said
sent dark messages
one of those nights
i undress from my skin
can the current come
pull me in
one of those nights
your mind
it goes dim
This is thoughtful and melancholy, but not morose -- there is hope in its sheer beauty. Her sensitivity as an arranger and producer is as impressive as her songwriting and singing; the whole album has a lovely sense of texture and space. Joe Madden
Babehoven returns with another record of indie folk songs about love, connection, and the fragility of human relationships. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 24, 2024