Waxahatchee “war”
from: St. Cloud, 2020
“Listening to the outside
Happiness, swelling landslide
I’ll show up, I’ll fill up the room
I’ll devastate you, it’s true
I run my soul and body down
If I kept a parasite around
I’ll keep lying to myself
I’m not that untrue
I’m in a war with myself
It’s got nothing to do with you
In my head, there’s a war room
Keeping score, ripe to exhume
I’ll come in hot, I’ll fill up the room
Possessed and consumed, it’s true
I wonder how I wound up here
I try to say it loud and clear
But I mostly keep to myself
What I’m going through
I’m in a war with myself
It’s got nothing to do with you
Listening to the outside
Stagnant air on the front lines
A dark star on a clear night
Rightly born under a bad sign
I run my soul and body down
If I tote this dead weight around
I’ll keep lying to myself
I’m not that untrue
I’m in a war with myself
It’s got nothing to do with you
It’s got nothing to do with you
It’s got nothing to do with you
You, you”
It’s Ms. Crutchfield’s voice. If you like her, it either makes or breaks her art. Almost a kind of reverse falsetto in which the bottom drops out of her phrasing, helping to deepen her conveyences. The song construction is a winner with one of those pop melodies that makes it hang together with a country cool.
