The world tied around my finger.
I simply snip the string.
I wonder for the fall into the abyss of stars.
I pit myself against the sun and its burn.
So, I learn to dance along the teeth of saws where I learn to to creep past long ways.
You've got to sink into the blade.
Licking crumbs from the floor, I lap up chemicals where I've been blinded from the dragon in its shell.
I see the oyster for its pearl - a gamble for the gold.
So, I tip my hat to the cautioners, but my palette is far from safe.
Introspective, homespun folk tunes from John Donne that feel informed by the sugary bleakness of '80s and '90s indie pop. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 1, 2023
Guitar virtuoso readies album of unreleased goodies, flip-sides, and obscurities, and posts her entire back catalog to BC. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 21, 2014