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Salt
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Pop
Salt was released on November 30, 2025 by Jill Blutt as a part of the album An Almond-Shaped Moon and Four Things I Wish I Never Knew About Myself - EP
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Release DateNovember 30, 2025
LabelJill Blutt
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM119

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jill Blutt
Jill Blutt
Vocals
Peter Duke
Peter Duke
Synthesizer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jill Blutt
Jill Blutt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jill Blutt
Jill Blutt
Producer
Peter Duke
Peter Duke
Co-Producer
Alex Poeppel
Alex Poeppel
Mixing Engineer
Jack Mullin
Jack Mullin
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I'm standing in a room of salt
It's gently crusted on my back
I'm feeling more like an adult
I'm feeling every wound I have
It's drying underneath my nails
It's in the pieces that I lack
It's in the pillars I exalt
It's telling me not to look back
It's incredible how I confuse
Myself into twos
But it lives where I live
But I'm invincible once I can find
Just a crumb of your time
Oooh to lock myself in
I'm standing in a room of salt
It's gently crusted on my back
I'm feeling more like an adult
I'm feeling every wound I have
It's drying underneath my nails
It's in the pieces that I lack
It's in the pillars I exalt
It's telling me not to look back
Unbelievable I could be cured
Tied up and preserved
I'm frozen in time
But I can
Buy my buoyancy who would've thought
The pain would let up
By floating in brine
I'm standing in a room of salt
(I'm standing in a room of salt)
It's gently crusted on my back
(It's gently crusted on my back)
I'm feeling more like an adult
(I'm feeling more like an adult)
I'm feeling every wound I have
(I'm feeling every wound I have)
It's drying underneath my nails
(It's drying underneath my nails)
It's in the pieces that I lack
(It's in the pieces that I lack)
It's in the pillars I exalt
(It's in the pillars I exalt)
It's telling me not to look back
I'm swimming in a pool of salt
It's pressing down against my neck
It's taken everything I love
And everyday it makes me sick
I'm slowly splitting at the seams
I'm counting sheep and breathing fast
I'll wish on every wasted dream
That all that salt is in the past
I'm standing in a room of salt
It's gently crusted on my back
I'm feeling more like an adult
I'm feeling every wound I have
It's drying underneath my nails
It's in the pieces that I lack
It's in the pillars I exalt
It's telling me not to look back
Written by: Jill Blutt
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