I am not a perfect soldier, I’m not a steely diver
I’m nothing but a mind running on fumes
I am looking in the mirror, my face is like a specter
As if it’s burrowing into its own tomb
Sorry if I ask you to repeat yourself to me
I couldn’t hear you over the sound
Of my screaming internally
I am waiting for the answer so I can learn the question
And what if there’s some kind of correlation
I am not holding my breath, I’m just escaping death
Blockaded from my own emancipation
There must be something above for me
All I crave is an honest word
Like something analog, tamping down the dialogue
I need to soak it up before the next transmission is blurred
I won’t be ignored by my inner half, now that’s a laugh
Oh, everyone wants to find the truth
But no one wants to read the map
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