what else could we do but go looking
for something new away from the old place
Time will pass; weeds will be growing
where they want to grow after the storms have raged
Cut the blossom of the weed, hoard the thorns, pluck the leaves
one by one: love me not, love me love me please
they buried us not knowing we were seeds.
Time is a bird with a mean, hooked beak
just waiting around to work on you and on me
Share a private wince; feel the pulse
on the inside of a wound begun to weep
Shotgun wedding, black on blue
the river’s swelling like a bruise
we were kissing in the car like libertines
when you hold me just ignore what I say
and love me reckless in spite of the neck brace
if the welcome’s worn but the room is warm
cut the bandage all the way down to the waist
wash us in the river, sparkling clean
hooked up to the wires and flashing lights
of your healing machine
I’m wide awake and I can’t get to sleep
I’m wide awake and I can’t fall asleep
The Australian folk-pop singer tackles deconstruction, her Christian childhood, and sexuality on her infectious sophomore album. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 14, 2023
On this debut by Maple Glider, a moniker of singer Tori Zietsch, acoustic guitar and piano chords back vignette-like songs. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 25, 2021