This wave will bring a lot of room to climb and jump
They say I'm late, but it all works out when I show up pumped
I find this in a bedroom living in my shit
Fine and candy and wired, tired
Try this to puncture right through it
So what if I'm slightly ashamed of them?
I can fall forward into the wall and bounce right back again
I will dream of wanderlust to reach the crystal ball
So that maybe I can find you when you call
Don't think twice about playing with your smoke signals
I can only hope there will be formulas and wooden nickels
I've spent the past two thousand three hundred and ninety-seven
Minutes on my back counting the tiles on the roof of heaven
I don't know if I'm running out of time too fast
Being who I am, I forgot to bring my fucking hourglass
I won't stop rocking out at three o'clock on the dot
I swear it
Let me see this Ice Capade, let me join the masquerade
Because if nothing, I'm afraid that everything will be deleted
And I will wait for eons and not criticize at all
So that one day I will find you when you call
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
Recorded on the Grecian isle of Hydra, this is blissed-out psych pop with stacked falsetto harmonies and luscious arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 9, 2023
Two dozen 12-string acoustic improvisations that feel undeniably haunting, like lost transmissions from ancient Appalachia, rediscovered. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 17, 2022