I'm making my way through all your tangled heartstrings
The tracking collar stings, decided to want you
I'm slowing it up and speeding it all downhill
Come in my room and chill, it's not like I'd haunt you
I'm tired of waiting for your signature stamp on my paper
I'll pack up my big cans and meet up with you later
I'm blowing on your house as if it might just fall down
Bad advice from the king of town, he's prone to desert you
I'm watching my steps through all of the egg shells you've kept
Although I feel inept, I never could hurt you
I'm such a mess but only a long time will tell
If you'll start feeling well then I could contort you
I'm buried alive to watch the figures gathering
I wish they'd come up with something that they could resort to
I'm tired of waiting for the message from your respirator
I'll pack up my big cans and meet up with you later on
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