She’s crying like she’s dying
Limbs all curled against the end of the world
Scrunched pained eyes terrorize
Deafening screams haunt my dreams
Where a marshmallow monster eats me alive
For this to work we both have to thrive
I’m a mirror. I feel her fear
Her strange sense of loneliness, though folk are always near
I need holding. I need rocking
Tell me I’m doing ok
We’re fizzing balls of sensation
Incapable of conversation
I feel hungry, haven’t brushed my hair
Haven’t washed but who’s to care
Responsibility is nothing new to me
But these horrific images intrude on me…
And half-spun thoughts I can’t retain
Rattle round my addled brain
This is very close to what I heard/felt everytime we visited the grandparents in Runcorn.
Ominous dread. Bleak dystopia. Concrete and terraced houses. Plus the air smells! MonkeyMajiks
I love these women. the voices mesh together perfectly; also the world music is exceptional. I have all of their albums and they're all excellent. Give them a listen. Steve Lake
Australian singer-songwriter explores self-examination, loneliness, and post-pandemic malaise through delicate, empathetic folk pop. Bandcamp New & Notable May 5, 2024