I never did no good for no one
I never felt that rush inside to make me feel like I belong
Cautious, afraid of sounding alarms
Sent into battle, always unarmed
When will I wake up to what I know that I know?
When they make the movie of my life
Will it be aired in black and white?
Will the chains fall off and the wingspan rise
And what do I have to do to make it start tonight?
Oh, when you get it together, will you be strong?
Oh, we've struggled forever but not for long
For this rush will break the silence in our song
Oh what a waste
If I could only be productive
If I could stand upon the precipice and know that I believe in this
Old guarantees that I never knew
Plenty of time with nothing to do
I'd ask for your hand but it's all but fragmented
When they finally reach my weary corpse
Will they look upon it with remorse?
Will they turn away and pretend they're blind
And will there even be anything left for them to find?
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