Lightening is striking,
I'm warm in a cold bed,
I breath in and the screen on the T.V
Is staring back at me,
I can't look away,
The actress is dying so I start crying.
The lights cold when you go,
When I'm here on my own,
The pillow is freezing,
There's blood when I'm sneezing,
I breath in and the actress.
If I was king and you were queen,
I'd wrap myself in polythene,
And swim across the arctic seas,
In search of cures and remedies,
To rid you of your thought disease,
To find the cure that sets you free.
And when the flowers finally found,
I'll jump back in and turn around.
Take you to the only road,
You've ever walked when your alone.
But if you die before I'm home,
Don't cut the skin,
Release the bone.
about
Written and recorded by Music for Dead Birds on two separate recording sessions in May 2010.
Two dozen 12-string acoustic improvisations that feel undeniably haunting, like lost transmissions from ancient Appalachia, rediscovered. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 17, 2022
Erudite chamber pop that hearkens back to the elegant and experimental production of the 1960s, swinging from melancholia to playfulness. Bandcamp New & Notable May 13, 2016
Trippy psych-pop from the Madrid-based artist Yani Martinelli, available on a cassette that comes with “a small surprise.” Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 22, 2019