Lycra limitations brought down on my head
For the damages left unspoken
I will disguise myself in a veil of red
Bred curt, all the seams are starting to hurt
Aw, goddamn deadbolt
And I can’t stand it, this endless silence
Brought up on beer nuts and slathered violence
I look away and my target’s sighted
Open fire but please don’t feel slighted
And the gun doth plan to radiate
My intention springs to hate
Exit wounds I’ve found are the worst to wake up to
When looking to improvise
Sometimes that’s all there’s left to do
And when you’re trapped, you need to fill some gaps
The trigger finger itches slightly
I hear the sirens, they’re on the rooftop
A showdown wasted, a bulletproof cop
A lecture missed out and another held
Let the mission just be dispelled
All this is compulsion, none of it is emotion
All this is pollution
Give me a gun, I gotta get one now
All this is abduction, none of it is corrosion
All this is destruction
Give me a gun, I gotta get one somehow
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