Old-school CD comes in a lovely all-cardboard wallet with art by Miranda and Roxy Jackson-Gain.
Includes unlimited streaming of Queen Elizabeth (11-track album)
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
ships out within 2 days
You own this
When I meet you, where we intersect.
What you're wanting, what you want me for.
I'm responding. I follow your footsteps,
Reach for your fingers, I adore
Your sweaty rumpled hairstyle.
Let me count the ways
You turn into a pumpkin
When the midnight music plays.
I'll meet you in the morning when I tuck you tight.
You'll feel my flashing traffic light
Obliviate the need for eyesight sometimes.
Because you're coming with me when I disappear.
So will you bring it over here?
Believe your intuition, my dear, sometimes.
Ride the rhythm, marching to the measure.
Shake around your shimmy, pick up your feet.
Dance with me darling. Don't forget the pleasure
Pulsing you around, round, round,
Round round round round the beat.
I feel you faster,
Now you're forced for what to say.
Hide with me
Behind the masterpiece that spins you every way.
Behold your many faces on the portrait wall.
My task, to comprehend them all
And shift your shapeless space of recall sometimes.
Feel my easy breathing down your shallow shirt.
The currents wash away the hurting,
Wanting neither craft nor convert sometimes.
What a wicked world it is to let me step onto the fray.
Without your words of wisdom, would I last another day?
It's up to your imagination how you draw the line.
I only fill what you define.
You plant another lovely land mine sometimes.
You occupy your blood and sweat.
The ocean drinks you. I am wetness,
Rolling, satisfied, and quiet, sometimes.