You are the moon obliterating humanity in spades
The golden child, all followers tromped in from heaven’s gate
And the torch they held to your throat
Wasn’t a fair indication of what they know
And the jade beaming in your eyes
From the ready, set, go
Set a course for the goal in your mind
But you won’t, you won’t make the big time
Set a land speed record in your mind
But you won’t, you won’t make it in time
A crowd awaits, the line reaching up to the outer stars
To watch you bust the nourishing plans you begat so far
All along you were calm and still
Like the black errant marks from your father’s will
You’d be down in the hardened mud if their looks could kill
I don’t seem to recognize you
I can’t seem to recognize the blur
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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