yeti
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About yeti
With feverishly enchanting vocals and haunting storytelling, Paris Paloma offers her guts on a platter in the Old Sea Brigade-assisted track “yeti.” Indie’s oldest soul encased in a 23-year-old vengeful woman’s body, Paloma is poetry at its most weaponized. Able to pierce through skin with the most gentle chords, there is something about her music that stains the soul. It’s honest and consuming, leading us on a trail of raw emotion and demanded retribution. .
yeti Lyrics
[00:00.34] Our paths will never cross again and that's the way you wanted it
[00:07.21] You never could care less about the way we ended up
[00:14.15] We swim in different circles now, I saw your tracks in snowy ground
[00:21.20] And didn't want to follow them as you fell off the earth
[00:28.18] Sightings few and far between, I have no words when they tell me
[00:35.06] A figure spotted roaming in the icy mountain wilds
[00:41.78] There was a time I felt for you would collect these words like drops of dew
[00:48.54] And savour on my tongue in season dry
[00:54.68] And I don't know you
[01:00.72] I used to like to pretend to
[01:08.36] We're nothing but myths now
[01:12.76] That neither of us believe in
[01:23.21] You hear how I achieved good ends out of the mouths of mutual friends
[01:30.35] And shrug and raise your eyebrows in the way you always have
[01:37.15] And with that too, they carry rumours of when someone last saw my movements
[01:43.93] A shadow treading through the willows in the forest land
[01:51.28] Messages that reach our ears are met with an indifference
[01:57.64] I never thought I wouldn't care about you
[02:03.79] But here we are
[02:09.63] Flung to Earth's corners far
[02:17.34] We're nothing but myths now
[02:21.78] That neither of us believe in
[02:30.45] My tongue's forgotten how
[02:36.63] To shape your name the way it sounds
[02:44.83] We're nothing but myths now
[02:49.59] That neither of us believe in
[02:58.95] No muscle memory, no lingering taste
[03:05.35] No persistent impulse to pick up your trace
[03:12.57] I left you no note, you left me no sign
[03:18.82] Of where I plan to go, of what you've gone to find
[03:26.41] Sweet indifference, gentle apathy
[03:32.91] Wholesome, quiet dispassion, restful neutrality
[03:43.74] We're nothing but myths now
[03:48.16] That neither of us believe in
[03:57.32] We're nothing but myths now
[04:01.72] That neither of us believe in
[04:06.93]
[00:07.21] You never could care less about the way we ended up
[00:14.15] We swim in different circles now, I saw your tracks in snowy ground
[00:21.20] And didn't want to follow them as you fell off the earth
[00:28.18] Sightings few and far between, I have no words when they tell me
[00:35.06] A figure spotted roaming in the icy mountain wilds
[00:41.78] There was a time I felt for you would collect these words like drops of dew
[00:48.54] And savour on my tongue in season dry
[00:54.68] And I don't know you
[01:00.72] I used to like to pretend to
[01:08.36] We're nothing but myths now
[01:12.76] That neither of us believe in
[01:23.21] You hear how I achieved good ends out of the mouths of mutual friends
[01:30.35] And shrug and raise your eyebrows in the way you always have
[01:37.15] And with that too, they carry rumours of when someone last saw my movements
[01:43.93] A shadow treading through the willows in the forest land
[01:51.28] Messages that reach our ears are met with an indifference
[01:57.64] I never thought I wouldn't care about you
[02:03.79] But here we are
[02:09.63] Flung to Earth's corners far
[02:17.34] We're nothing but myths now
[02:21.78] That neither of us believe in
[02:30.45] My tongue's forgotten how
[02:36.63] To shape your name the way it sounds
[02:44.83] We're nothing but myths now
[02:49.59] That neither of us believe in
[02:58.95] No muscle memory, no lingering taste
[03:05.35] No persistent impulse to pick up your trace
[03:12.57] I left you no note, you left me no sign
[03:18.82] Of where I plan to go, of what you've gone to find
[03:26.41] Sweet indifference, gentle apathy
[03:32.91] Wholesome, quiet dispassion, restful neutrality
[03:43.74] We're nothing but myths now
[03:48.16] That neither of us believe in
[03:57.32] We're nothing but myths now
[04:01.72] That neither of us believe in
[04:06.93]
From the album: the warmth
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the warmth by Paris Paloma , -
labour by Paris Paloma , -
boys, bugs and men by Paris Paloma , -
my mind (now) by Paris Paloma , -
drywall by Paris Paloma , -
as good a reason by Paris Paloma , -
yeti by Paris Paloma , Old Sea Brigade ,