MAKING SPACE
Sawdust paling into my head
Enough to fill a shed
I need a mind plunger
And drops of turpentine
To kick those blodsuckers out of my head
To erase that feeling
that I dont wanna live with
Iìm making space for new stories
I’m making space – maybe good ones
I’m making space and it’s draining
God let me be brave
I’ve been tourturing myself
Solving riddles from the past
No emotion came to help as I faced the darkness
And among every wicked thing I’ve done
The edge was biting my own tongue
Everytime I was getting closer to the bone
Specializing in bright, sunny "bedroom rock español," this Brooklyn singer-songwriter puts a unique spin on lo-fi music. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 18, 2024
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