I built myself a small cocoon
To stop my heart from craving you
Of sandalwood and vetiver
Of silkworm spit and mother’s hair
The inside made of rosemary
The kind that won’t bend easily
Or break beneath this bane of trust
Or turn that awful shade of rust
These days, when you wear my skin
I feel somehow overdressed
I cut my teeth when I broke out
And spread my wings to flee the doubt
The dust lay stagnant in the air
But I have all my back to bare
These days, when you wear my skin
I feel somehow overdressed
These days, when you wear my skin
I feel somehow overdressed
Winged Wheel anchor their Space Age grooves in rock, the muscle of drum and bass and guitar undergirding wild flights of fancy. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 3, 2024
supported by 48 fans who also own “Snow Ghosts - Vetiver”
Literally sickening record and wonderful message and cause and cant wait for more collaborative projects like this, worth whatever dollar you have.
Esto si valio la pena! gracialabendicida