my room is a ghost town, the shadows of laughter
from silence to silence, from rafter to rafter
the moonbeams that fall outline no silhouette
of myself while i crouch like a torn cigarette
and i look for your face
in my dead poetry
like a bird, like a bird
come to me
so i want you, and i watch for you
so i need your arms like a shield
like an angel, like an angel
so i take time, and i take your time
so i sink through your arms like a stone
like an angel, like an angel
if i had my wings i would fly to your room
i would knock on your window, i would play you my tune
and if u asked me to stay i would make you my own
i would fly in your head i would make it my own
and i know that in time, you'd sing passionately
like a bird, like a bird
come to me
so i want you, and i watch for you
so i need your arms like a shield
like an angel, like an angel
so i take time, and i take your time
so i sink through your arms like a stone
like an angel, like an angel
Michelle Stodart’s folk music captures hope in melancholy, addressing the transformational aspects of the most challenging times. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 3, 2023
Folk artist Josienne Clarke revisits music from her back catalog, infusing these lonesome songs with a new luminosity and drive. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 18, 2023