Thursday afternoon in the middle of the winter
Rock salt and traffic fumes as the blood, it gets thinner
Not much to do outside, even less on TV
Feels like this mellow is fixing to dominate me
But I could be wrong again
Suddenly a static bang shooting down from above
Can't say it was the kind of thing I'd ever heard of
Sprinted out of the house, stood barefoot on the lawn
Scratching my chin like I know what's going on
Overhead, through the sky
'Round the mountain, there she flies
Called away from her life
Set to touch down, watch us die
The air was stagnant but only at first
Craned my neck up, took a turn for the worst
Kind of like an orange ball, all flume and enormous
Lookin' like a demon dog and heading right for us
Never been a smart man, never had a lot of friends
Now I'm stuck in limbo, that's the way this thing ends
Run low on options and so I turn to prayer
But I keep on looking up and that fucker's still there
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