Well, he said, “Hey man
Would you like to take this taste test
Down to the front of the line of this restaurant
And break the boundaries of what I refer to as
Corporate whores who go lying from door to door?”
And I don’t know why it’s so cold
The breeze in this room makes the rain wax natural
And I don’t know why it’s all gold
To hear these things and avoid subliminal
My best friend’s a mechanic, always mechanizing
He’s gotta do what he can to fix every last little thing
And it worked fine for a while
He said, “It’s not too tough”
Until his wife left ‘cause he couldn’t fix himself up
This girl had seven fingers on her left hand alone
Six worked well but the last was whittled to the bone
But she would never ditch it no matter how we pressed
There could’ve been a lesson in that I guess
I guess
I broke into acting right around the time
I broke into Fort Know, but I only thought it
To be a petty crime
Trying to make ends meet but they only unwind
Another mistake that I make in making up my mind
And I don’t know why it’s so cold
There’s always one more and it seems so meaningful
But I don’t know why it’s all gold
To just accept that you’re just delusional
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