wait, is it true?
i’ll believe in anything
if the words come from you
couldn’t fathom but
now I see it
fear is easy to use
and comes from almost anyplace
from a park bench, from a pew
from the ticker tape on
the evening news
and light is the father of darkness
even when it’s gone and wants no part in this
spilling in, filling up my apartment
to such fathoms, well
you should see it
fate: what do we choose?
I was born for listening
to the dial tone, to reviews,
to the steady 8’s of your worn out shoes
but i’ve never been one to argue
even when they say we really aught to
i’m coming over now just to haunt you
i’m whole hearted, i hope you see it
As Tickley Feather, Annie Sachs creates a cavernous and twinkly sonic universe where Kate Bush orbits the Cocteau Twins. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 4, 2021