I feel like a ghost
In the Wild West,
Cobwebs littering my prom dress.
No one I love is dying
And it could be much worse.
Nonetheless,
Every goddamn subway car
Might as well be a hearse.
I would pray
But they’ve closed the synagogues.
What would I say at this point,
After all I’ve forgot.
I’d love to talk
But wish it didn’t have to be through the telephone.
I don’t mean to be selfish
But I’m scared to be alone.
It’s not the end of the world,
But it’s the end of mine.
It’s not the end of the world,
But it’s the end of simple times.
It’s not the end of the world,
But I’ll live a different life now,
God knows that’s changing every day,
I can’t begin to anticipate how.
I would pray
But they’ve closed the synagogues.
What would I say at this point,
After all I’ve forgot.
I’d love to talk
But wish it didn’t have to be through the telephone.
I don’t mean to be selfish
But I’m scared to be alone.
What’s the batting average in Corona?
I would guess it’s pretty good:
4,600 down
And the crowd screams loud
And echoes louder than I wish it would.
I would pray
But they’ve closed the synagogues.
What would I say at this point,
After all I’ve forgot.
I’d love to talk
But wish it didn’t have to be through the telephone.
I don’t mean to be selfish
But I’m scared.
I don't mean to be selfish
But I'm scared to be alone.
I feel like a ghost
In the Wild West,
I hope salvation will prevail
In a little more than a month and a half.
I’m usually a realist
But fuck that.
Alec Bowman perfectly captures the dark soil under the pastoral world of British folk with this collection of melancholy originals. Bandcamp New & Notable May 12, 2020
A trio of songs from indie rock veterans, “3ingle” showcases their songwriting skill with pared-back, acoustic arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 8, 2018