She draws little moments from the air outside her head
She runs and she throws them like kites out o’r the edge
She shows no emotion
Just parts her lips and speaks
Woe is me, I am a wreck to behold
The day it scorns me
And I am alone
She walks on the greenest lawn and laughs while children play
She steals perfect blades of grass and throws them ‘gainst the breeze
She shows no emotion, just parts her lips and prays
Woe is me, I am a wreck to behold
God, destroy me
So I can go home
“I am, my will, I will not recede
Gently pressing, waiting for release
Pull me, strike me, mock the words I speak
I am only, will be only”
Four crackling pop songs from this Toronto artist with rugged, indelible hooks, pairing rootsy melodies with expansive scope. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 11, 2021