Lightning shatters the forest madness,
Clinging to the branch,
There's nothing I could hide from you,
I'm running from my love,
Your questions merit nothing more - holly hide the skies,
I've nothing left to hide from you - defend a lonely cause,
It is written on the page,
This the page on which you lay,
I have learned to read the signs,
And I know I am right this time,
Follow intuition through the fog that claimed your head,
Hitch a ride on reverie - the chaos in your hand,
Reach a hand then take it back - I don't know what I'll do.
There's nothing left to hide from you - magpies call for me
It is written on the page,
In the effigy I made,
Through the bedlam of the day,
Running blindly through the rain,
Bramble basement.
Ailing my fever, my cruel, cruel darling,
Where for to ride on this martyrs halo,
Images of knives and smiles propped against the tree,
When yesterday mattered nettle turn to tone,
No matter for I'm hanging with the hangman,
Where pressure wavers,
Laughing gaily.
Shake the visions from your eyes in paintbox hiding,
Apathy has strange appeal - who carries half a brain?
No one fits my images and no one cares to know,
Principles are double edged,
Who am I to judge,
Who am I to judge?
It is written on the leaves,
In the patterns in the paint,
Of the shells and in the chalk,
Of the granite 'neath the clay,
Where my tears fall in vain,
Marble patterns in the rain,
Through the bedlam of the day,
And I know I am right this time.
French singer-songwriter Sophia Djebel Rose makes shadowy, minimal psych-folk with magnetic and immediate emotional connection. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 29, 2022
Sydney's folk noir duo expand their sound into haunting compositions that are somewhere between beautiful and melancholy. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 10, 2017