Think of a place you’ve never been
And it might seem a little colorless
You can’t see what people do
Or why they would want to
There’s a blandness
Unless you fantasize like me
The places I never grew up
Make me hate the place I did grow up
Think of a place you want to go
More desperately than any other place
You see what people do
And you want to do it too
There is so much life
Unless you worry like me
I never want to go anywhere
It seems I’ve lost my
Sense of adventure
I thought you’d bring it back
But things have gone blue
Upended you amended
What you thought you’d do
I guess I saw it coming
I guess I’m silly for thinking
That you’d give up anything
Even though you said things weren’t how you intended
I’m straining to see your strained face
Cause you can’t see me now
Because you don’t want to
You are unfamiliar
Yet you appear to me as a familiar
An apparition a ghost
That always reminds me of the things I said like
“Johnny you indelible son of a bitch, you rusted spoke on a Hollywood wheel. It’s me, your bride, your beautiful god damn bride. Resplendent in black lace, brimmed up with desire for you. Oh how I’ve missed you.”
Michelle Stodart’s folk music captures hope in melancholy, addressing the transformational aspects of the most challenging times. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 3, 2023