Treading a backward path to the future,
Whilst roses turn ugly,
In sweet justification, buy friends with daggers,
Tones of irritation ring batons about my ears,
Somewhat unhinged in the candid facts emerging.
Shrouded in ignorance at your own misdoing,
Who has the balls to tell it to your face?
Forced back into the guillotine hands of children,
How I need someones wavelength, twisting sights to zero,
Feeling somewhat unhinged in this fore shadow of dread.
Double dealing meisters of the highest degree,
Shake their posies of crows black nailed,
Oiled with a cry.
Of jubilation resonant in blood on my pride,
The fools costume - I threw out, preferred to forget.
Patterns of succession played proud in my head,
From barren to thorn led, to green laden canopy,
Where I carved my dreaming, built my wooden wall,
Cruel forester clear fell - I greet you first square.
Treading a backward path to the future,
Predicting what's coming.
Greet old faces and visit old haunts I hated,
Welcoming me back with goading arms and callous smiles,
Reverential love for this cruel bargain they are dealing.
Oh fate you have stripped me of all I held dear,
My allies left behind my granite pillar holds new hands,
All the footsteps of four years rewind back to here,
On the threshold of a chance to redesign my life.
Today I paid a visit to my old friend,
She keeps herself hidden and few know of her,
She never did too much for my strength of will,
I never believed that I'd see her again,
Never believed that I'd need her again.
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