I’m getting nervous like a waiting child
Can’t find my purpose
And you say it’s only natural
I feel like I’m headed for the fall
If I count success amid all this mess
Then I might get too hung up to hear you call
Good lord, where is this coming from?
Good lord, where is this coming, coming?
Good lord, where is this coming from?
Where is this coming from?
I have my reasons for taking it to heart
Stuck disbelievin’ in this
Avalanche of superpowers, baby
If you were to tell me that it’s all inside my head
Well, it’s so severe I can barely hear
And the noisescape locks me out until I’m dead
I can’t keep track of the rules been flipped
I had an idea but I think it slipped
An animal living in my veins
But I don’t know where its soul remains
I cannot pinpoint the source of my uneasiness, love
Resigned in disjoint and you know that’s right
I speak to the heavens as if I’d hear a word in reply
I don’t believe in any afterlife
So this’ll be my only opportunity to try
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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