Lollie drifts through "Tulips", every note stretching out like mist over water: low, slow and seeming to come in from every direction. A piano loop tiptoes in to start things off. It circles in on itself and measures space in slow, deliberate pulses. Somewhere behind it, a ghostly string note hovers in the air stretching minutes into something longer. The rhythm slips in like a seasoned lunch table drummer - fists, palms, and a pencil serving up a head-nod beat.
Our songbird's voice moves in its own time while carrying that same tension. Her tone is like winter air, breath-lined and distant enough to feel untouchable. There's no rushing or overreaching - just the quiet weight of feeling watched and picked apart. "Oh, they wanna bring me down in deep / They always look so proud to be.” Lollie goes on to sing about tulips left on doorsteps that are left to wither and offers apologies for the hurt that she has caused others in the past. And as she does, the sobering acceptance in her voice sits heavy in your chest.
Near the end of "Tulip" almost everything drops out like a floor giving way. There's just the haunted piano, that string note, and the singer's breath turning into crystal vapor all around. The bittersweet hook settles in for the road ahead and Lollie carries on without looking back.
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