When you were up frying something like Cracker Jacks
All full of vigor to show me how you do it
Is it the left handle that I run?
Quality over quantity seems to be key around here
And I’ve misplaced my copy
Guess I’m headed for a bad burn
Tell me something else I’m wrong about
Line a shelf with all your growing doubts
To keep the wax paper on
Climbing the stairs, literally on my knees and hands
Medicine I don’t need is running through me
But I’m dizzy enough to smile
Beams of light shooting from my eyes
Lightning dodges, hey look, my hands are shaking
And I’m not sure which way to turn
Tell me something else you’re sore about
Pardon me, because I’m headed out
So leave the wax paper on and on
I didn’t mean to let you down
I didn’t mean anything at all
It turns out after all these years
I’m addicted to hanging around
Next time you’re here I’ll be slightly paralyzed
Waiting on someone ambiguous and faithful
Who has me locked down in GPS
Every day filled with acrobats
All full vigor to show me how they do it
And I’m all too eager to learn
Tell me something else you’re cold about
I’m not afraid because I’m holed up now
I’ll leave the wax paper on and on
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