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Aberdeen
Folk
Aberdeen κυκλοφόρησε στις 13 Οκτωβρίου 2025 από ~ ( = ^ ‥ ^ ) / ( : : ) ως μέρος του άλμπουμ Aberdeen - Single
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ΆλμπουμAberdeen - Single
Ημερομηνία κυκλοφορίας13 Οκτωβρίου 2025
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LanguageEnglish
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Χορευτικότητα
Ενέργεια
BPM124

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Charlotte Morgan
Charlotte Morgan
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charlotte Morgan
Charlotte Morgan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Charlotte Morgan
Charlotte Morgan
Producer

Στίχοι

Evergreen in the air is a jacket
Wantin' to escape but I'm
Trapped in a basket
'Case I need to make my way
Maybe I just need a little change
The neighbors deem her strange—her thoughts a hidden latch
She traces frost on windowpanes, then whispers to the thatch
A ribbon in her apron—she names the evening stars
Frayed hems upon her petticoat, she claims the night is harsh
I vow she speaks to willows, and treads the narrow path
Faint lavender in woven locks—no tale repeats the math
A neighbor calls her "lonely"—the milkman cannot see
But I have watched the window blink, and know she must be keen
Her fence collects the blackbirds, her dress collects the sun
She smiles as if the morning's glass had never come undone
She ties her shoes with daffodils, she signs her name in steam
No letters ever came for her—except, perhaps, in dream
Evergreen in the air is a jacket
Straight wanting to escape but I'm
Trapped in a basket
'Case I need to make my way
Maybe I just need a little change
Some say her name's a compass, a bell beneath the green
Crushed before the Sunday bell, and crushed by all between
Aberdeen, the women sing, will wander past the spring
But Aberdeen walks quietly; her heart does not take wing
And if she loves a robin, and if she fears the frost
She cups a brittle syllable, considers what is lost
We watch her from the hydrangeas, our distance always neat
But Aberdeen will always find the wildness in the wheat
The lamp above her windowsill has never burned quite right
She pins her hope to feather ends, she braids her will to light
A dozen summer evenings drift by in crooked line
Aberdeen still counting—one for hers, and two for mine
Evergreen in the air is a jacket
Straight wanting to escape but I'm
Trapped in a basket
'Case I need to make my way
Maybe I just need a little change
Written by: Charlotte Morgan
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