Bedlam the time we planted grew
In ivy vines too thick to prune
I met the eyes behind a tree
Grey fox in wait for me
The dissonance a raconteur
Flooding the gates at every shore
I heard the voice but when it spoke
Was nothing like this ghost
Motley the masquerade marches on town
Frilled and adorned making a frightful sound
Wielding a sword and they’re calling it truth
Stab through the heart should be enough to prove
The avarice the poisoned lore
Clouded the art arcane and pure
I’ve seen the face masked by the years
Above a chandelier
Motley the masquerade marches on town
Frilled and adorned making a frightful sound
Wielding a sword and they’re calling it truth
Stab through the heart should be enough to prove
A live record from the legendary Diamanda Galás finds the artist exploring the outer fringes of pop with only her voice and a piano. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2024