worm,
will you return me
to the robin’s beak?
i’ll be a bird
terminal
we both know
let the rest of me go
see my death become a trail
and the trail leads to a flower
i will blossom in your sail
every dreamed and
waking hour
woman,
woman
hold me in your heat
till i remember
terminal
we both know
let me rest, let me go
see my death become a trail
and the trail leads to a flower
i will blossom in your sail
every dreamed and
waking hour
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"objects" let me feel like im laying down playing my guitar, head inflated with bliss; so much emotion in this record I will never live without it. adrianne's guitar playing / singing + the whole band's instrumentation is resplendent and captures some of the rawest emotions in my life. korasua
This sweet, mournful “loose concept” album from folk artist Ian McCuen tracks a journey across the bleak landscape of American life. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 22, 2022