There was nothing, nothing left to chew on
And there was nothing, nothing left to lose again
And I was jealous, jealous of your new song
And at the table, table covered with scratch marks from pens
You were the greatest thing to happen
Never reminding me to bend
All my life I chose possessions
Now I’m stuck in a room with them
Easy listening, listening caught me off guard
Falling under, under the back of my head
Before you take off, take off the leotard
Hey are you listening, listening to a word that I just said?
I’m no Prince Charming but I find it alarming
That I can’t get this nightmare to end
And I’m no Prince of Thieves who rejects the beliefs
Of the brave that I’ve tried to befriend
And I’m no Prince Valiant with his acres of talent
In making the right way come true
And I’m no Prince of Persia so the constant inertia
Will be sanding me down to your shoes
I’ll be sanded to the height of your shoes
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