the view from
the view from the precipice
the view from
the view from the precipice
and man made fear of the flowing light
were we were left here hidden from sight
and man made fear of the flowing light
were we were left here hidden from sight
from the highest crest of his brow
illuminescence came crashing down
gone bleach white, soaking the ground
spewing visions all around
the maimed frame bent up in pain
the sight stains the brain with shame
now which was it that made them lame?
which name, succoring, came to blame?
the view from the precipice
is kaleidoscopic
the view from the precipice
is kaleidoscopic
the view from the precipice
is kaleidoscopic
the view from the precipice
is kaleidoscopic
the view from
the view from the precipice
the view from
the view from the precipice
it's the light here that defines
as night, dear, softly sighs
a wight clearly outlined
and his plight is so assigned
and his plight is so assigned
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