You've got my hasty letters
caked in weariness and sentiment
but I've got your cardboard, napkin
stream-of-conscious spills
and figures drawn in wet cement
commit to fire every loving thing I grew and lived and sent
between the tides of stress, the hatred rests, cooled and warped and bent
A fracture lies against my foot
and on the other side the people drift
the people just glide
close my eyes to a camera flash
you seemed so fast against my flesh red
eyes
When you gonna stop comin back?
And end these calls, exhaust all I've exalted?
With my tired heart
I'm never, never gonna return to the winter
scintillating suns, it splintered
everything
it hung so low
I'm never, never gonna return to the winter
scintillating suns, it splintered
everything it
hung so low
When you gonna stop comin back?
And end these calls, exhaust all I've exalted?
With my tired heart
A live record from the legendary Diamanda Galás finds the artist exploring the outer fringes of pop with only her voice and a piano. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2024