Last night Chicago got the best of my mind
I was dodging and reeling like a boxer
Putting out the fires I never even started
For about as long as I remember
Acetylene torches boxes of washers
Tools outlined in marker
Smell of Old Spice and Irish Spring
A hint of gasoline on my father
Widening chasm between what I am
And the person I might have become
Translucent snake skins hanging from the rafters
Wondering what remains
Laying in that field flat on our backs
Imagining dinosaurs roaming all around
Last night my lover got the worst part of me
No one really knows what hides inside
Standing on the rooftop soaking in moon glow
I’ve been growing colder for decades
Secret weight of stones hidden in my pocket
Smooth enticing and quiet
God I love quiet
credits
from Artificial Light,
released February 27, 2023
Guy: Vocals, acoustic guitar
Nate: Vocals, electric guitar, synth
The Icelandic songwriter packs her stunning debut with sweeping melodies delivered via intimate, folky arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 12, 2023