Taste Test: Elizabeth P.W. searches the world over for purpose on ‘Haven’t Found It’
The Brooklyn folk singer-songwriter examines what her purpose in life might be on a new song.
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Existentialism is practically embedded in our bone marrow. We wade through this life as best we can, turning over stones in our path that might contain an ounce of meaning or truth, and sometimes, that simple endeavor yields a hearty bounty. Brooklyn folk spinner Elizabeth P.W. sifts her life as flecks of shimmering gold dust bubbling in a nearby creek. On “Haven’t Found It,” a contemplative piece that quickly glides as chimes in the breeze, she permits her songbird voice to float and flutter as it will. Only the glacial passage of her life seems to have any consequence, operating as both a ticking time bomb and a whisper barely audible through the trees. “The sun sets on my time on earth / My limbs begin to fail / I can not take another step / I’m old, and I am frail,” she sings. Upon first listen, the song might appear as a melancholic resignation to the travails of a weary life, but in the end, she embraces it all with a lovingly tender snuggle. We all should to the same, quite frankly.
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