An ocean or two separates me and you,
You always wanted to cross ‘em.
The adventurous type with unquenchable spite
makin’ day-dreamin’ deals with Poseidon
She’s a queen of the Nile, perfect scowl, perfect smile,
With eye’s often star-far away.
From crow cries to crickets, it’s the Moon that’s gone dim ,
and her laughter that leaves me this way…
…
My stomach goes sick, over smiles and sips,
and bricks upon bricks upon tears.
And the one who’s so smart,
they perfected the art of realizing all of their fears.
Y’know I never much cared, about the length of your hair,
your kissing or your cussing or your looks.
I just thought it’d be fun if I could always be the one
who got to carry your books.
…
I sure know how to be mean, to my paper moon queen,
she sure knows how how to bring it back around.
So I wonder who’ll be waitin’ at the bus station,
when I come rollin’ in to your town.
Cause my ships run up dry, and not a tear from my eye,
seems to do much to make a wave.
This wasn’t so hard before Pandora’s regard,
now revenge is tasting sweet to Dante.
The Australian folk-pop singer tackles deconstruction, her Christian childhood, and sexuality on her infectious sophomore album. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 14, 2023