Coffee rolls and pigeonholes sucking out my breath
Like a stagecoach waiting to turn back into a pumpkin
I can wait, I've got nothing better to do today
Oh my, I see you're back in town, you've grown renowned
To wear that thing you call a hospital gown
But I guess I won't be seeing you around
I've tried my hardest just to make up a hit single
Despite my best efforts, all I could come up with
Is a detergent jingle, uh huh
Manic but not yet depressed, I think it's best
If you stay dressed, I'm calling in for backup
But my dial-o-gram is smashed to smithereens
That when gathered into a ball will one day
Take over the world and now I'm hunting with
My trusty smithereen gun to make them curl
Stop, stop the presses, my confession is that
I'm obsessed with entities from overseas
Who burn my knees to third degrees and such
I swear I'm only making fun of everyone under the sun
With just one line, is that a crime?
Wait, hold that thought, it's feeding time
You've been stung by the blighting bug
And you'll never write a worthwhile song again
Just take your bow and line up now
'Cause selling out is really cashing 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
Recorded on the Grecian isle of Hydra, this is blissed-out psych pop with stacked falsetto harmonies and luscious arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 9, 2023
Two dozen 12-string acoustic improvisations that feel undeniably haunting, like lost transmissions from ancient Appalachia, rediscovered. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 17, 2022