This is far beyond lethargy or sleep deprivation:
this is my quiet desperation finding a voice.
It's not my choice to feel the way I feel about things.
I'm sorry if I got attached.
The hills will listen to my penitent, hesitate cries
sent sojourning across their landscape,
but the hurt I held in my hand
has found the will to escape:
It flew away like grains of sand on the wind.
I wait not for the future,
but for the past to catch up.
I didn't run away, I walked,
but it's out of shape and down on it's luck.
It's not about being depressive or reactionary:
it's about caring, and trying to help.
For we all have the innate ability to be
the greatest enemy to ourselves.
And I'm all for responsibility
but I'm also for forgiveness.
So, let us not default on claims to mistakes we have made,
but realize they're just a part of existence
And even if I'm fucking up every step of the way,
at least I'll get somewhere, eventually.
Besides, what is life
but the motion of uncertainty?
Stirring Americana set to acoustic arrangements and topped by the legendary Alice Gerrard’s lovely, world-wise voice. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 23, 2023
Michelle Stodart’s folk music captures hope in melancholy, addressing the transformational aspects of the most challenging times. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 3, 2023
Introspective, homespun folk tunes from John Donne that feel informed by the sugary bleakness of '80s and '90s indie pop. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 1, 2023