Of plagues, dark birds, and dirges,
I do believe I’ve had my fill
It only took one of my little purges
to tip myself over and spill
Big wheels are spinning,
like big wheels will
It sure is something to finally see the valley
from the top of the hill
Her hair hung,
like a willow at the tips
My Kensington darling planted a full rum kiss on my lips
From some big book, I’ve been folding,
tearing, and in great piles, burning pages
Much too dearly I’ve been holding
what i’ve learned from seeking sages
Big wheels are spinning,
they’ve been spinning through the ages
It sure is something to see doves loosed from their cages
I am felled by her footfall
Look—see how she trips
My kensington darling planted a full rum kiss on my lips
Some will take the short path,
the sure path,
and some won’t even walk at all
So give me the long way
and a blanket of ice,
because under such a sun,
ice, babe, will thaw
There is a rhythm in her breath
From her mouth a melody drips
I’ve collected her eyes in great cups,
and now I sit, taking long, cool sips
Irish singer-songwriter Sarah E. Cullen bares her heart over pastoral folk arrangements enshrouded in a dream-pop haze. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 29, 2021
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