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Rozi Plain “Actually”

The tones in this song remind of cold metal pressed to your hand, and the odd not-quite taste of frigid air on your tongue. I imagine this woman standing on a hill, and wind is whipping about but not enough to seem particularly dramatic. And she’s just thinking about all the little things, and is surprised by what her own brain decides is important in that moment. Him? That? What? The whole song feels like a clear sober thought coming into focus, and ends on a vague epiphany: “Don’t get over it / this is actually it.” And I think “this” is just the state of just being, and breathing, and touching cold things and feeling the wind and thinking little thoughts.

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