Get all 13 Kirsten Opstad releases available on Bandcamp and save 10%.
Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of blood, Eclipse, frost, hunter, harvest, sturgeon, buck, strawberry, and 5 more.
1. |
Granite & Evergreen
03:36
|
|||
|
Granite and evergreen
Undying earthly themes
The stuff of painted scenes
Granite and evergreen
Granite and evergreen
We never spoke in prose
Spun phrase on pointed toes
The winter that you froze
And I taped my windows closed
And I taped my windows closed
And when I lose control I think of you
Retrace the paces that I put you through
Loving me was such an awful thing to ask you to do
Now I grieve for one I never really knew
We never kept it clean
Chipped teeth and shredded sheets
The year I loved to scream
And you were my war machine
My gorgeous war machine
And when I lose control I think of you
Retrace the paces that I put you through
Loving me was such an awful thing to ask you to do
Now I grieve for one I never really knew
Granite and evergreen
Perfect, timeless and obscene
I prefer to love your memory
Granite and evergreen
|
||||
2. |
Hope Hangs Heavy
03:20
|
|||
|
Stare at blinking screens
But the movie’s done now
I did not see me
They must have cut my part out
Scenes like these never make the silver screen
Stupid me, stupid me
This line wraps the block
Bless the patient patrons
Who can but refuse to walk
Put their faith in waiting
In rush we trust, we don’t get in but it feels just
Stupid us, stupid us
Hope hangs heavy in the air
No one said this would be fair
I will shout your name from the edge of canyons
I will feel the same as time passes
Ancient glaciers formed me too
I still love you, still I love you
Hope hangs heavy in the air
No one said this would be fair
They won’t know my face
When I finally go home
Someone will fill my place
That’s the curse of the road
Freedom’s ring is sounds a like lonely
Stupid me, stupid me
Hope hangs heavy in the air
No one said this would be
No one said this would be
No one said this would be fair
|
||||
3. |
||||
|
Sun so bright it blinds the sidewalk
Mind the sign and post no signs
Who forgot to bolt top lock?
Busy minds lead busy lives
Rewind, replay, rewind
What do you really want?
What do you really want?
What do you really want?
Stickers pock the underpasses
Where every question gets a shot
Feathers mix with shit and ashes
Is this where things come to rot?
Forgave but not forgot
What do you really want?
What do you really want?
What do you really want?
Cause I want better
I want better
If I scream will someone hear me,
Over all these gorgeous sounds?
Shading trees, leaves blowing gently
Like nobody is around
What’s still underground?
What do you really want?
What do you really want?
What do you really want?
Will I learn better?
Than to want better
|
||||
4. |
Stone Fruit Steve Austin
03:00
|
|||
|
There’s a postcard with a family full of characters
Posing with smiles that never break
Can you smell the sunscreen and plastic?
Does it matter if it's real or fake?
Here’s a snapshot of ass masked in fishnets
Flashing an apartment in the dark
Can you see the beard past the latex?
Does it matter if it’s smut or art?
Mom threw out your memories.
Mom throughout your memories.
There’s a license plate of some uncertain vanity
That probably looked this old when it was new
Characters arranged with intention
Is any one interpretation true?
There’s a stone fruit at the center of a memory
In a kitchen with a man we didn’t like
I learn to drive on a midnight highway
I learn which stories are impolite
Pits thrown out the window
Spit pits out the window
I am rich in character-building relationships
Magnets for the fridge
I am rich in souvenir spoons and make up kits
Kept to not forget
Sell everything you can,
Trash everything you can’t.
Sell everything you can,
Trash everything you can’t.
|
||||
5. |
||||
|
I will wait for you
Till they burn my body
I will sing your tune
When you stop responding
Foolish youth,
How I cling to you who loved me too
You loved me too
|
||||
6. |
Explain Yourself
02:59
|
|||
|
I flew home just a little too soon
It was good for me, it was bad for you
We played cards all afternoon
You were old for me, I was young for you
Explain my history to me
Explain yourself, take liberties
Empty house on a quiet street
I was scared of you, were scared of me?
You were mostly fantasy
When it came to life I wished I was asleep
Explain my history to me
Explain yourself, take liberties
Now I deal in memories
They don’t use the door, they come up like weeds
Can’t believe the scenes I see
So I close my eyes, I pour new concrete
Explain my history to me
Explain yourself, take liberties
Explain yourself, take liberties
Explain yourself, take liberties
|
||||
Kirsten Opstad Los Angeles, California
Kirsten Opstad is a Los Angeles-based singer-songwriter.
If you like Kirsten Opstad, you may also like:
she/her/they/them
by Evan Greer
The singer-songwriter and activist considers the very purposes of protest songs.
go to album
No Branches Without Trees
by Steven van Betten & Andrew Rowan
Tender acoustic songs built on folk & guitar intermingle with field recordings from the small town of Blue Diamond, Nevada.
go to album
Live From Symphony Hall (Atlanta, GA - 11/6/15)
by The Milk Carton Kids
The indie folk duo revisit their 2015 set at Atlanta's Symphony Hall with a robust live LP benefitting Georgia non-profit Fair Fight.
go to album
Pittsburgh artist Merce Lemon makes tender and open-hearted indie pop with echoes of Frankie Cosmos.
go to album
Sarah Negahdari, singer & guitarist for Happy Hollows, bassist for Silversun Pickups, adds ace solo album to resume.
go to album
So It Is With Us
by Horse Feathers
With a brand-new rhythm section, Horse Feathers craft toe-tapping, joyful alt-Americana from PDX.
go to album
The Australian singer's debut solo album is filled with creative indie pop tracks.
go to album
