Tell me your disgusting story, I'll tell you mine
I murdered him then wore his skin, now you get the gist
The knife went in and stuff came out in pools of darkest red
For a single night I ignored the light and bathed in the dark
It was pretty in a way, the dark crimson display
Settled on the lovely bed of autumn leaves
The colours interacted in an immaculate show
You really should've been there.
Oh Your story was a beauty now I'll tell you mine
My arrow tips pierced both brown eyes, which then filled with red
Rivers slithered down her neck with lakes on her chest
My bow relaxed the string went limp while blood kissed the floor.
It was pretty in a way, the dark crimson display
Settled on the lovely bed of autumn leaves
The colours interacted in an immaculate show
You really should've been there.
I never had a friend. I never could connect
I was never understood until I found your sweet lips
Can we share this red. Can we share ourselves
I think that I can trust you. I think we're the same
It was pretty in a way, the dark crimson display
Settled on the lovely bed of autumn leaves
The colours interacted in an immaculate show
You really should've been there.
The first solo release in over a decade from Bev Lee Harling is a personal travelogue filled with euphoric compositions. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 20, 2021
Recorded live at St Buryan Church, the latest from Sarah McQuaid is a showcase for the simple power of voice & guitar. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 16, 2021