Medusa, intense like the sea
On a winter's night
In a lonely dream
Facing, her own thoughts
Self built prison, no key
Anger disguises pain you cant see
Sedation, to keep you safe
So her eyes can't investigate
And decide the world is fake
Numbing, her thoughts that control
Memories that destroy her soul
Eyes burning with pain till your cold
Medication, lyrical evacuation
Of her furious infatuation
With a liars justification
Lost, inn the situation
Love had its limitations
After it feasted on her patience
Fate, or maybe confusion
Has her hunting down sin
Lusting over whiskey and music
I've always written, it took an extreme situation to develop enough need to open up my emotional well and let it bleed in front of people. After I started to rip the bandaid of fear off the wound was to big to conceal, and the only thing that kept it from drowning me was writing and drinking.. which in turn lead to singing.
I have not played live.
I am a musical hummingbird, drastically flying from genre to genre.. investigating its honesty.. if it makes me bleed, heals me, turns me on, or burns me in a shadowed corner of my ever changing conscious it owns a part of me. Influences; the decemberists, the gaslight anthem, Lauren Hill, manchester Orchestra, elmore James, imelda may, jack johnson, Kendrick Lamar, Ben Howard, jazz, blues, folk, hip hop, flatbush zombies, acoustic, oh darling
Mandolin, acoustic guitar