This is a letter that I’m piecing bit by bit together
From previous discarded notes
I thought I could rewrite better
It’s not a question of election, no suggestion
It’s the impetus I must discuss
But my foggy mind always gets the best of us, honey
I know there’s a message but it’s not coming clear
I try to decipher but my exhausted brain
Won’t fill in all the gaps
I wish I could hold you and drown out the fear
By chalking the whole thing down
To another momentary lapse
I’m getting worried
But I’m not sure why I’m in a hurry
I’ve been stuck after hours
Long since the world has gone beyond blurry
If you were here you’d point and laugh, my dear
At the disjointed gaffs I steer, we’d wax poetic
My pathetic empty rhetoric
Oh, I would love to turn you on
Oh, thy will be done and I will be gone
Oh, I want to coexist
Oh, but I swear I didn’t sign up for this
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