You fowled me and you fooled me in the worst way
Glass-cutting like a jewel thief on my birthday
But is this really such an old veneer?
Take heart now, for your smoke flares I’ll be steering
It’s so hard taking to heart what I’m hearing
The waves are making waves right in my ears
I don’t mind taking ten paces to the rope laid on the floor
I just want to shake your hand
And I don’t fear visiting places that I’ve never seen before
I’m blowing up upon command
You once looked like Madonna with her baby
Protected by the halo that could save me
It’s getting so that I can barely steer
Catapult me high, I’m blowing up
Hang me out to dry, I’m blowing up
Turn me to the left, I’m blowing up
And maybe I’ll forget that I’m blowing up
I want you to forget that I brought this up
I’m sure that the whole thing was just a mix-up
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