the earth is a ball of souls
throwing off sparks into space
each a speck of sporadic gold
sure to soon evaporate
this place is a slick slope into a dark abyss
each moment if we look up
where we
used to be
a mile above glinting faintly
our hold ephemeral
the sight
of that light
a smile and a thin memory
most struggle so hard against the fall
but in the emptiness of eternity
our lives do not matter at all
we’re just wisps of consciousness
constructing fragile melodies
sending them into nothingness
how rare if by some reckless chance
a fool's
beautiful
two should share briefly their decent
how terrifying now to have
slipped far
to where none are
a hood erasing where she went
most struggle so hard against the fall
but in the emptiness of eternity
our lives do not matter at all
we’re just wisps of consciousness
constructing fragile melodies
sending them into nothingness
there is no difference we can make
no divine plan, nothing steadfast
and we must live our given fates
before we're extinguished at last
Working with Florist member Rick Spataro, Eva Louise Goodman delivers buoyant compositions that run the gamut of psych-pop, girl group, and folk. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 23, 2023
The gentle lo-fi songs on the latest phoneswithchords LP develop their granular sketches of childhood and coming of age into full portraits. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 25, 2023