RACHBACH - "DANGLING DAMOCLES"
MOONFARMER is my 6th collection of landfill folk songs from the quarantine era. Have a listen while you trim your teeth and scrub your jeans.
Why you gotta wake me up just to put me down
Why you wanna dunk my love in a bucket to drown
I’ve been bleeding in my dreams cause I picked a fight
Wearing my wounds like badges from a tragic knife
Fight tonight
Why are my lips loose when my tongue should be tied
Why is my mouth a chapel of battling lines
I’ve been burning up words to boil your blood
Scalding your thin skin in a hot fever flood
Judged and stunned
Ragged and wrung
Why do I set traps spin around and fall on them
Sulking in steel from something dumb that I said
Revisionist history with a thousand slits
Precision in mincing me down to tiny bits
That and this is all there is
Sword on the ceiling
Take back all my dreaming
I don’t want it anymore
This throne is rotten to the core