i'm sorry for those high end types
and your attempt to do what was right
when you fell down the wall of spikes
did you think i'd let you bask again this time?
with seraph-dashes-splitting
tearing all
to recharge
fingers frozen—gripping onto ice
sullen insight
savor your own light
again
it makes so little sense:
the way we hold our poison in our hands
sulfur in our hands
sulfur in my eyes
sulfur
and i am opening
sulfur
and i am opening
guide in your own lights
i'm sorry for the way we made you twist
(lay between my bones-again)
our bones cracked inside an abscess of skin
oh you must find me alone
when you gave in
and i know
who i need to find
safe inside
what i want
is
what you have not tried
to keep in from me
and i am falling
offer me this time
what i want
is
what you have not tried
to keep in from me
and i am sure again
go my way and
(not for me—
stay.)
sullen in my own
quiet tide
A live record from the legendary Diamanda Galás finds the artist exploring the outer fringes of pop with only her voice and a piano. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2024