And when the night's falling
Dogs are barking
Trees are hanging low
She's gone and I'm relieved
Just another poorly chosen bone
Back to the guitar
Random clichés on the smooth bright neck
Of a feminine substitute
There's an only feeling
Nothing left to fake
Be mine in speed notes
And far away roads
I want to be naked all of the time
Nothing but sandals
They were yours
Back then I felt like they're mine
Without position it feels like you own your fate
But the minute you're out again
You're brain is struggling
Too late
It's flooded with junk
Terry Venemous is releasing new music every 3 weeks this year. His latest EP is sumptuous art pop with a wry sense of detachment.
Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 27, 2024
A revved-up reinterpretation of traditional Portuguese music, exploring various folkways through the lenses of jazz, pop, and electronic. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 21, 2024