Call, call off your dogs
They’re running around questioning my every action
And the sinking feeling I get
Will not come from bitter regret, no
It’ll only be the drowning of the memory of 1,095 days all wasted
Can, can you feel the cold in every direction?
It pummels like a linebacker chasing his check
And the wayward bodily fluids
They were the best reflection of you, oh
If wishes are like portals into blinding success
Well then I hope your portal takes you out of the gutter
Why you always smiling back?
This is serious as a heart attack
These photos are growing yellow edges so fast
It’s like a sign from the heavens that the past is the past
I once crushed on your velvet then you walloped my ass
You must have thought it a gas until you stop, stop stopping
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