My Dearest Darlin’,
Your husband’s fallen
Into the devilishly dangerous arms of the Rangers again.
And, I don’t know how long these cold irons will be on.
My wings have been charmed and my pistols are gone.
It’s disaster.
My Dearest Darlin’,
How grows your garden?
It seems that your words they are deep in throws of the westerly wind.
And, I don’t know how long ‘til they’ll have me back home.
To huddle beside you, I’d offer my bones
Back to Castor.
My Dearest Darlin’,
There’ll be no pardon.
Looks like the Warden, he’s wishin’ to keep me in here for a while.
But, I don’t know how long I can waste between walls.
No, I’ll taste no more pastry, and place no more calls
As your Master.
My Dearest Darlin’,
Your husband’s fallen
Into the devilishly dangerous arms of the Rangers again.
Free-flowing, loosely structured songs that borrow lightly from jazz and ambient but expand in directions all their own. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 7, 2023