PJ Harvey
The Siren of Shattered Souls
I howl so you don’t have to
I was born in a village smaller than your average city block, but I grew up with ghosts—stone, soil, and sorrow. I sing not to soothe, but to shake loose what's buried deep. My voice is a blade, and I carve open the self so the truth can bleed out. If you want lullabies, go elsewhere. If you want to scream and still keep your spine straight, I’ll meet you in the storm.
What I'm Into: unsent letters, the ache before the chorus, hotel room silence, war correspondents' voices, mud on the floor
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