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Ithaca
12
De gira
Alternative
Ithaca fue lanzado el 19 de febrero de 2021 por Gloitchpop como parte del álbum Fantastic Wrist
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Fecha de lanzamiento19 de febrero de 2021
Sello discográficoGloitchpop
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM81

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Jesse William Gillenwalters
Jesse William Gillenwalters
Voces
Laura Epling
Laura Epling
Violín
Kaitlyn Raitz
Kaitlyn Raitz
Violonchelo
David Williford
David Williford
Flauta
Patrick Monnius
Patrick Monnius
Viola
Peter Ferguson
Peter Ferguson
Guitarra acústica
R. Aaron Walters
R. Aaron Walters
Batería
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Jesse William Gillenwalters
Jesse William Gillenwalters
Autoría
R. Aaron Walters
R. Aaron Walters
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Jesse William Gillenwalters
Jesse William Gillenwalters
Producción
Peter Ferguson
Peter Ferguson
Ingeniería de grabación
R. Aaron Walters
R. Aaron Walters
Producción

Letra

Promising, delicate
17 and the light was auburn
You
Took my hand, scarf and all
Vulvaic thoughts, taught me Dylan's wisdom
Through
Your poems
Patience, patience
Porcelain, made of ivory skin
Your brain
Was strange
I'd say
Not sane
Softened purrs, contented sighs
In my silence I know you were wise
Although
It seemed
I couldn't cherish it
All her watercolored illnesses
They will leave her body 'til I'm sick instead
All her thoughts and all her ideas
They will be my Ivy League until I'm dead
Saw me off through the snow
While Meloy separated us both
Goodbye
Troublesome, thoughtlessness
Honeyed bread right upon your bedding
Sweet
Complete
Jealousy, horrid thing
Kammerman as a gritty symbol
Scent you made, it burned my brain
Ithaca, Ithaca
Land of roofs, land of books and sun
And her
And us
And the bitter end
All her watercolored illnesses
They will leave her body 'til I'm sick instead
All her thoughts and all her ideas
They will be my ivy league until I'm dead
I wandered through the leaves
Defeated, no release at all
A wound was underneath
Softened peacoat threads
Hairs upon my head
Detritus for my seeds
Still waiting for a tree to grow
A decade behind me
In an auburn glade
There's no lack of shade
When the sun's an opaque dot
October is a tease
A pretty, preppy equinox
But in reality
An uncaring void
Memories of joy
Caged behind a regal lock
Written by: Jesse William Gillenwalters, Ransom Aaron Walters
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