I was 13 years old the first time that I tried
Wrapped my head in a bag and I tied it on tight
So there I sat waiting, pretending to die
No I wasn't quite ready, I just cried and I cried
And I undid the knots, and I put the bag off
And I couldn't quite speak, twisted open the locks
Then I heard a voice screaming, it was inside my head
It said "son, you aren't ready for this."
I was too young to be a killer
I was too close to my mother's womb
Well I've been having this dream
The same one every time that I close my eyes
Yes, I die every night
It starts with me waking up all alone
There I am in the kitchen, till i notice something's wrong
There is blood on the carpet, blood on the couch
It runs out to the pavement, it starts in my mouth
It keeps running and running from the back of my throat
Then it stops and suddenly I choke
Oh my god, I've been waiting for this moment
I've been waiting for this moment my whole life
And sometimes things don't work out right
Sometimes I just can't get it right, not tonight, not tonight
Beautifully played and full of moving vocal performances, the Bay Area singer/songwriter's latest is a stellar work of art. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 3, 2023
If you have a fondness for expertly wrought roots-rock with sharp lyrics and aching vocals, look no further—“Strangers” is for you. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 8, 2022