I'm out of cigarettes, the coffee's almost gone
there's nothing left to keep me here, I must be moving on
spend my inheritance on instrumental things
my friends all laughed when I put on the wings
I'm not sure why it matters but I wanted you to know
that I called it
I see you have been witching
well, when you're through
I'll be looking up for satellites
and laughing at the moon
In the belly of the bridge, written on the cars
picture of a sign says Don't Turn Around
I'll find you in the analog, bits and pieces left
a long long time ago I can't seem to forget
over all this music I can hear the sound
of the wind in the pines and you breaking down
'Yotes yippin', barking at the moon
or there goes another cat
fur in the dirt
bones in the scat
The British singer-songwriter vents existential dread through a blend of glimmering indie pop, stomping folk, and smoldering grunge. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 22, 2021