I got a fancy house, and I got a fancy wife
But she don’t listen to me when i’m down
Yeah i call her up but it’s me upside down
And I wish I was
It got hard to hold my pen, writing letters that i could not send.
Now my pen, it just don’t seem to write
I got ideas, but they’re locked up inside
And I wish I was
But I have these memories of a golden age when I was still at my reigns
But not tied to my hay-filled cart.
Yeah, I used to see fields in my eyes, and want to run far
Now I want to go home...
I got a modern horse, and i got a lake-side yacht
I got a bach in the golden bay, yeah, I got a bach up Takaka way
But I did not get that I was a slave until I went to go but I had to stay
And said; ‘No I won’t’
Aowl!
Spare, mainly acoustic and ambient instrumentation wash around Brooke Singer's breathy ethereal vocals. If you're mad for Kate Bush, try this out. agutterfan
Sanguine but uplifting, the Toronto singer-songwriter's "transfigured" folk songs ponder existential themes with grace and wonder. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 21, 2023
A fascinating, appealing record no less “weird” than the rest of her oeuvre, but certainly the most weirdly versatile. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 25, 2022
Intimate and unique. This album plays well with a bottle of Syrah crunched up in your finest pair of headphones with candles lit in a steamy bubble bath. sig