“Next Year” is a rumination on the passage of time, backed by shimmering guitars and other-worldly layered vocals.
In their première of the track, music blog Pigeons and Planes described “Next Year” as “a textual wonder”, noting:
its sense of soft finality is methodical, slowly unravelling as the...
Oh, Father Time
Grow me, change me
Age and shed the infant skin that was mine
Did you hear the wind howling, growling?
She knows something, she is older than I
Progress is slow on this heart that I grow
I'll love a lot next year
Beat to the drum
Constant motion, vessels pulsing
Every second we die
Hands to the sun
Burning, breathing, glowing, healing
Sustenance of the sky
Wholemeal and coal are better for the soul
But I believe in blood and lust
Oh, Father Time
Rock me gently, I'm not ready
Can't we stay for a while?
And listen to the wind
Melody of melancholy
She's a lullaby
But send me to sleep, and my mother
She will weep
Alma Mater I've not met
Here's to the womb and the human catacomb
I am not a child quite yet
No, I am not a child quite yet
Next Year was written by Marika Hackman.
Next Year was produced by Charlie Andrew.
Marika Hackman released Next Year on Mon Feb 16 2015.