well you missed the boat that day
you were comin' home
I miss you today
like the wave that missed the shore
I missed the train today
I was comin' home
I was gonna ride those rails
until I saw your face
but my woman how she lies
through stone cold eyes
and the hand that paints the trees
how swift the stroke now, swift the stroke
how swift the stroke now, the hand that paints the trees
she whispers her song to me
she whispers to the wind
and I wish my whispers were the same
but they will never be
you can't hear me
when I speak
so I'll come into the dream
and you'll hear me when you sleep
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This music has everything I need: acoustic instruments, a slow build, layers of atypical harmonies and rhythms being added each pass through, subtle melodies and combinations. Excellent work! Little James
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
Oakland singer-songwriter honors her Haitian heritage with five R&B spirituals overflowing with radiance, fueled by her soft, angelic voice. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 22, 2022