While you change, your entire physique modifications with you. Your ft would possibly even really feel totally different inside your boots. Jess Williamson made her incandescent fifth album Time Ain’t Unintentional throughout a transitional time in her life, as a longtime romantic and inventive partnership dwindled and a short single section gave approach to a brand new love. That is typical fare for a singer-songwriter, however the native Texan, now splitting her time between Marfa and Los Angeles, writes from such a holistic perspective {that a} listener can empathize from head to toe. “Take me for a trip,” she wails on this soft-rock reverie’s refrain, “all tangled inside.” In that phrase, set to a descending melody, she surrenders and holds again on the identical time.

The track’s lyrics a few informal however intense encounter observe go well with: her tongue is on this new lover’s mouth and the home windows are down, however then they’re barely holding palms. Their intimacy comes simple, however in a flash they’re thus far aside. It is all conjecture and need and hesitation and “I wish to, however I can not make you, man.” The music has a slowed-down “Boys of Summer time” high quality: it is one lengthy swoon propelled by synthesizers so unobtrusive they recall the whispering digital system powering a Tesla, the sort of automobile this fancy new paramour of Williamson’s would possibly drive. However her voice, as poignant as Linda Ronstadt‘s singing a Karla Bonoff track, dwells within the loneliness that even probably the most thrilling informal encounter can produce. As she leaves this one behind, recognizing that on this dance she’s solely a stranger’s projection, Williamson repossesses herself. “Is it a one time dream, or a rustic queen that you simply take me for?” she sings, turning her heel in these finest boots of hers.