Puma June’s Single "Love Comes & Goes" Captures the Beauty of Change with Soulful Elegance
If there were a sonic meeting ground between Norah Jones and Lianne La Havas, it might sound something like Puma June’s song “Love Comes & Goes” — which balances orally the delicate interplay between warmth and melancholy. Built atop an acoustic canvas that’s simultaneously cozy and vast, the song cloaks itself in velvety piano chords and vocal lines that undulate like soft waves on a tormented beach. It’s a textbook lesson in restraint, letting emotion breathe without ever straining for sentiment.
The lyrical craft leans into the quiet power of confession, molding vulnerability into a thing that’s palpable but weightless. Indeed, Puma June has an almost conversational cadence to her singing, each syllable loaded with the cumulative gravity of lived experience but never crushed by it. There’s a raw honesty to her delivery — never theatrical, never exaggerated — just pure, unvarnished truth put to melody. The song’s themes of bodily autonomy, uncertainty and resilience are intensely personal but there’s universal resonance.
What really makes “Love Comes & Goes” sing is its refusal to mourn change; rather, it celebrates impermanence. The accompanying video drives this home, celebrating longevity and self-worth beyond youth. On this track, Puma June does more than just welcoming listeners into her world — she offers them a mirror, holding up the daily wars and victories of being.
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