She has no reservations in being known
Her eyes, so full of longing, her face glows
And in the garden, she waits alone
She shows no hesitation, no repulse
Always she is patient, and full of hope
And down the canyon, lowers a rope
Because she moves through the places in the room
And I grow younger when she whispers to me truth
That there is art in the secrets of the heart
That there is newness in the turning…
Sweetheart, pull me under until I float
Leave me ‘neath the sun and let me soak
And I will stoop so low
With all I hide exposed
And she will aim her bow
And strike me through the air
Because she moves through the places in the room
And I grow younger when she whispers to me truth
That there is art in the secrets of the heart
That there is newness in the turning,
The turning of the fool
Four crackling pop songs from this Toronto artist with rugged, indelible hooks, pairing rootsy melodies with expansive scope. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 11, 2021