Floating between walls and
Hiding in plain sight
Letting addled alphabets go
Wander in the night
You play it like a natural so
I’ll just pretend
The room’s not painted grey and for your
Sins you must repent
A million disasters still are
Waiting in the wings
Huddle in the promises you’ll
Barely feel a thing
Your separated soul betrays the
Wisdom we imbue
A pack of wolves is waiting so you’ll
Have to be one too
Floating between walls and
Hiding in plain sight
Tired of the ennui and
Tired of the fight
I’d affect this feeling if it
Ever once had called
But if I want anything it’s
To not want at all
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