Stygian Hollow - Self-Titled (Full Album)

Описание: Mind the capcut at the end lol. Hope you enjoy my first full album of lyrical folk music :)

TRACKLIST
00:00 1 - Flightless
01:56 2 - Self – Untitled
06:18 3 - 101
09:29 4 - Rogue Flowers Among Fields of Wheat
14:12 5 - Between the Lines
21:53 6 - Flightless (Reprise)

FLIGHTLESS
I looked to my right and I locked my gaze with a crow's
Perched on the fence, its black beady eyes burnt mine
As my neck turned to follow him, it turned to follow me
I felt judged

I looked up above and the crane cut clean through the clouds
I felt gravity pulling me down
It would all come smashing on top of me
I felt small
I wanted to climb up and see the world...

Might as well just keep my skin tight
No feathers, no light

SELF – UNTITLED
I might be real
In others' eyes
But the minds conceal
And the heron flies

I might be real
Before my own eyes
But the mind conceals
Where the penguin flies

When will there be
A word to cling on to?
No possibility
To be finally in tune?

And when will it be
That you're gonna come through?
And down to a tee
I can look perfect for you?

Inching down the ridge
Caked in ice
One slip, every bone, every hinge will
Break like ice

Metal spikes on my soles
Aim down sights
One tip, every hormone and goal will
Break disguise

When will there be
A hope to cling on to?
No possibility
To be finally secure

And when will it be
That you'll run me through?
Cause down to a tee
I don't look perfect for you.

101
I've got a map that points me to the nearest pub
I've got a map that points me to the nearest brothel
I've got a map that points me to the nearest club
And I've got a map that points me to the nearest bridge

I've got a friend who tells me how many people died
I've got a friend who tells me who's a pedophile
I've got a friend who feeds me shite
And I've got a friend who makes me senile

I've got a dial that lets me call the police
I've got a dial that lets me call my parents
I've got a room that keeps me from peace
And I've got a room that keeps me from loneliness

ROGUE FLOWERS AMONG FIELDS OF WHEAT
[Instrumental]

BETWEEN THE LINES
One, two, one two three four five six...

Come on down and dance with me
Down in the undergrowth
Where the nettles and flowers brush against your feet
And the soft breeze, smelling of death
Caresses you, but not...

It's aw a swingin' daw
A pile on the see
And a pile, on the saw
And then me

The crowds gaze over me
Over no man's land
Is there no dignity
For a lad(ss)
Like me

I lie
Somewhere
In between the lines

I've been a lass before
A lad no more
Any notion of my role
Has been floored

When you look at me
Please do not assume
That I am what came out
The womb
I'm nothing like you...

I lie
Somewhere
In between the lines

Who the hell made these rules???
Why should anyone care!
Why should the shape of you dictate
Anything about you?

"That's just the way things are"
Well can't things change?
Nothing makes sense anymore!!!
Would the world really shake???

I lie...
Though most are unaware,
All of us lie
Somewhere
In between the LINES!!!

THE WORLD IS SHUTTING DOWN
FOR ANYONE WHO DARE NOT COMPLY
TO SAVE OURSELVES FROM BEING DROWNED
STILL BETWEEN THE LINES, WE LIE

We are an esker,
Under the glacier
We're bottom feeders,
'Neath kilometres...

FLIGHTLESS (REPRISE)
I looked to my right and I locked my gaze with a crow's
Perched on the fence, its black beady eyes burnt mine
As my neck turned to follow him, it turned to follow me
I felt judged
Blacklisted

I looked up above and the crane cut clean through the clouds
I felt gravity pulling me down
It would all come smashing on top of me
I felt small
I wanted to climb up and see the world...

The crane soared mockingly
Shat on my head
And on my wings it tread
So in the dirt i liiied

Might as well just keep my skin tight!
No feathers, no light...

Maybe in another LIFE

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Recordings from 27.05.2025 - 01.01.2026

Stygian Hollow - songwriting, lyrics
Stygian Hollow - production, mixing

Stygian Hollow - vocals, acoustic guitar, bodhran, bongo, cabasa, claps, desk, egg shaker, irish whistle, jinglestick, maraca, palms, tang tang, ukulele

Track 5 features the one and only Luca Calmera - vocals, flute, harmonica, violin

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Abigail G. - album photo
Julia P. - person in photo

Influences: the Antlers, Robbie Basho, Car Seat Headrest, MJ Lenderman, Elsie MacDonald, Jim O'Rourke, Silver Mt. Zion, Songs: Ohia, Sprain, Vylet Pony, Weatherday, Wilco, Cameron Winter

A good friend of mine also released her own album the same day as mine. Go take a listen and support her if you'd like a charmingly bitter, sarcastic, noisy and gay sloppy slopfest :)
madelinedawnsikes.bandcamp.com/album/internet-handle-for-a-sixteen-year-old-girl

And if you've listened to this, thank you so much! Expect a bigger and better album later this year.