Oh, no
You're shaking with cold
Your voice it has frozen so sweetly
Like honey
Oh, dear
You're shaking with fear
Your hands and the phones are all
Ringing
Wringing
Honey,
I'd swing from the trees
before I'd abandon you
Swing me
Swing me
Even with a rope 'round my throat
Under pulley's sway, I
I won't choke
Linger on that chair so long
Take my breath as they
kick it out
and hoist me up on high
Is it wicked not to care? Frances Chang's layered, strange experimental pop recalls Lisa Germano in its pursuit of meaning in a sad world. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 2, 2022
The latest from Grails is full of woozy, expansive music that draws on a host of sources to create immersive compositions. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 5, 2016