Take what sordid secrets you can find beneath my flesh
I don’t think I want them anymore
When the smell of jasmine flows in past the threshold of my home
I expect to see you standing in the door
There’s a painting of a jackalope that’s bleeding from its brain
And it smells like Texas sweet crude oil
And the seven colored sword that cuts the clouds into the rain
Collapses deep into the red clay soil
When the house on Dennis Street burns down
When I close my eyes I’m witnessing dark visions of the end
Bloated bodies burden branches on a dying olive tree
So I stuff my shirt with toilet paper scrawlings of the portents
And I hope somebody can forgive me
When the house on Dennis Street burns down
Change my name
Burn off all my hair
Smear myself with peach pulp
Who’s really going to care
The gentle lo-fi songs on the latest phoneswithchords LP develop their granular sketches of childhood and coming of age into full portraits. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 25, 2023
The London musician recorded the dreamy psychedelic pop songs on his third album in churches, bedrooms and kitchens. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 15, 2023