Daisy from Hole by Banjo Ulysses

and now what's left?
this dread loves waiting on me
my mind detests
that one i never thought i could be
she took the long way home
a way that i dont know
and sensed my legs were dead
i cant believe i went and lost it all

daisy dont go
i hate goodbyes
dont leave me with hope
i know i wont be right
i know

the fortune read:
faith mends a bitterfull way
i grit my teeth
turn west, and follow the bay
the teeming pests
break bread with me at the lake
a swarming jest - or threat - drew blood anyway
her portrait pressed
in snow by tread
and so it fled
among the passing cars

• Ambient
• Devotional
• Experimental
• Pop
• Sound-Collage Music
• Sydney