pov: devastating tunes that make you curl up into the fetal position with a bottle of whiskey

second over by p hammill and on raglan road from waaaay upthread.

joan armatrading - dry land, i know it’s not entirely tragic, but it’s *not quite there-ness* gets me. something about the hope.

and prefab sprout we let the stars go is slaying me rn but that may be for local reasons and will report back in ten years time to see if it still produces the whisky.