Yes, I regret the words I never said to you
Not because they were unspoken, but in my heart
I have made little attempt to cease these daydreams
They are something like my coffees in the park
Loved as they are dark
I lay my head on someone new, and feel my heart sink
As I fail to recreate some sort of spark
I cast a smile with no return, and start to miss you
Like I miss my mornings spent in Meadowlark
Loved as they were dark
To say rehabilitate sounds so drastic
And to say I’ve moved along sounds all too harsh
Though these lies will go untold, I still feel an impostor
Like the spiders stowed away on Noah’s Ark
Loved as they were dark
Goddess.I love your art Emma.You are such an inspiration. Thank you for bringing this music to life.Can't wait to see you perform this year. Go too reader!She is the GOAT. Superb guitarist.Her voice.This raw power. And this one especially has a slacker vibe that I totally love about her.I can't believe the wide range of styles Emma can give a new turn. This is a heavy ocean but you won't drown in it you'll be saved.Thank you Emma. HeidiHoh
Lisa/Liza's delicate psychedelic folk tunes make something beautiful and graceful from the traumatic experiences of chronic illness. Bandcamp... New & Notable May 2, 2023
Sounds like warm sunlight coating river-soaked clothes some life ago. I hear memories almost forgotten translated into these songs; melancholy given melody so as to preserve without desperation in my ears. Acidic only because honey sticks. Devin Metz