it used to come to me in the night / there are names I now barely remember / and faces I now barely recall / Jamie's hands were white / I snatched one into mine / I'm not like you / I have no mercy side /
merry bells ringing clear through the night / Mary Bell dwells where they used to chime / there are men she now barely remembers / and faces she now barely recalls / Mary's hands held high / a hatchet to the mind / a scissor to the thigh / now Mary, press your lips to mine
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Eleven-o-clock, new moon. Sixty-five along the highway lines. Far from home. Churning guitars, rock-solid rhythms, a commanding whisper. It's good. bychr
Edmonton's Saint Idiot makes deconstructed art-pop that gets at the queasiness and absurdity of modern life and imagines better outcomes. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 14, 2021