The last thing I did in 2010
Sat in my room and I wrote this song for you
I was so afraid you weren't coming home
Now it seems my nightmares are coming true
You're seemingly vital to form a nuclear home
You missed the recital and I chanced the thing alone
I'm a gracious loser, what would you expect?
When I hand the trophy off to someone else
Salty water filled in thirty seconds flat
I know you're watching but I don't know that it helps
Cooling my jets now for every minute that we gave
Believing that somehow, is that the way I should behave?
Bereave?
Clear the sun as you race like a cannonball
I can always hear your charming chant in my eye
So fit like a stranger to hit the wall
But will I come back with a stronger appetite?
I can look up as often as I want
I can look down here as often as I need
But as far as I know, you just float around
And your presence in the air is choking me
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