Текст Julia Holter – Whether

Fateful fateful weather
Whether surfing surf
The withered peels
Peels of all dismantled huts

Wind wind exterior laughs any
Anyway
An inner ear serenity endures
But I hear trivial talk talk to to challenge us to
Assess our limitations
I’ll keep the sunscreen in mind

Downward folding peaceful
A visitor
And temporary thoughts about my allergies
In order of importance and
Free-wheeling dreams
Blue gray firmly like all the toxic dust that lines the clouds
The angels spit down
The fences fall, the bridges crumble to letters
So that if I hear threatening words that force us all to sustain those positions I’ll bring my whiskey along