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they closed the parkway late last night and as I sat with the echoes of lies that I told I felt young, never changed by crooked hearts so put the shotgun back in the glove come on and wait another year for dreams far away to come home, to be brave

well, everything has changed and now it's only you that matters I will find any way to your wild heart

Wild Heart

it was summer when I saw your face

Rollercoaster

that night I sent over the parkway the summer's gone and I'm alone and I get the feeling that you're somewhere close and I wanna get up to the rhythm of your wild, to the rhythm of your wild heart It beats, been beating since you've gone

when I fall asleep I can see your face what I lost in you I will not replace and I could run away, I could let them down but I will remember

Like a River Runs

📝

Bleachers’ Strange Desire feels like finding an old mixtape in a box under your bed. He built a cathedral of longing, one synth swell and crashing chorus at a time.

Musically, it’s a love letter to the ’80s, but not in a retro-for-retro’s-sake kind of way. The production borrows from Springsteen’s blue-collar grandeur and the emotional theater of The Cure, but filters it through Antonoff’s own lens of suburban sadness and bedroom anthems. It sounds like growing up and refusing to stop feeling everything all at once.

There’s something charmingly uncool about how sincere this record is. It doesn’t hide behind irony or trends.