Maybe I'm a genius, maybe I'm a genie
Maybe I'm just shaking in my jeans
Maybe busting at my seams
Maybe I'm a miser, maybe older but not wiser
Maybe I'm some cattle waiting for the prod
Maybe I'm a little flawed
Maybe I shouldn't be telling you any of this
I'm feeling au natural when it comes to not feeling au natural
I'm the master of disaster, the emcee of modesty
And there's no way to go but up
Maybe I'm a handle, maybe I'm a rustic candle
Maybe I'm a lighter with a spark that'll keep me from the dark
Maybe I'm your notebook, maybe the index of your notebook
Maybe I'm the Cabernet you drank today
Maybe I'm a poet and I don't realize it
Maybe I should keep looking for the signs I've missed
I'm the missive of mistake, the overseer of opaque
Maybe I could have my pick of them
Maybe I could catch a flailing star myself
But maybe that's not what I really need
I'm confident in that if nothing else
Maybe I'm a bastard, maybe I'm a lucky number
Maybe I'm a dial tone on your vintage phone
You flung upon the windowsill
Maybe I'm a chew toy, maybe a rocket you could deploy
Maybe I'm your secret weapon and you just don't know it
Maybe I'm about to blow it up
I'm the grandfather of bother and the kin of giving in
Tom Snowden, from Alice Springs, Australia, turns in six soft, Arthur Russell-y covers of favorites from Björk, Kylie Minogue, and more. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 11, 2020
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Two dozen 12-string acoustic improvisations that feel undeniably haunting, like lost transmissions from ancient Appalachia, rediscovered. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 17, 2022