she left the note out on the dresser
took my coat and left me dead
wrote in pen her explanation
if words can bleed hers can't
so fill or starve i wouldn't know it
these fallen stars taste like ash
she wouldn't stay i couldn't make her
but if i could run i wouldn't chase her
we will stare
there's no one to make you
this sermon needs drugs
this sermon needs drugs
this sermon needs drugs
this sermon needs drugs
la da da
time magazine's worst man at losing
but there's no comfort left in blue
and there's no comfort in you
if this is love then fuck love and fuck me too
we killed the myth outside
we saw the taxi coming
from miles away
ohhh
from miles away
ohhh
ohhh
this sermon needs drugs
la da da
she left the note out on the dresser
took my coat and left me dead
wrote in pen her explanation
if words can bleed hers can't
so fill or starve i wouldn't know it
these fallen stars taste like ash
she wouldn't stay i couldn't make her
but if i could run i wouldn't chase her
Two dozen 12-string acoustic improvisations that feel undeniably haunting, like lost transmissions from ancient Appalachia, rediscovered. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 17, 2022
A hushed and low-lit EP from this Melbourne musician, where dreamlike melodies drift across a bed of tender guitar. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 19, 2023