This washed up girl was a concubine
Thought when she woke up in the morning things would be just fine
Dreamt of sleeping in a pool of lead and mercury
Saturnine in her wake clenching tightly to her tiny little rosary
She was the Queen of The Faithful
This washed up paradox never had any parents
An orphan without guidance; walked the path of the harlot
Though there were many men she was never torn by regret
Wouldn’t rise to her feet without first taking penance
She was the Queen of The Faithful
She never slept with any bedding it would get too hot
And remembering all the men left her feeling distraught
But she was never despondent
A dreamer—She believed that peace would come
To anyone who sought it
Cacophonous mash of noise, electronic sounds and vocals powered by energetic walls of drums. Listen loud, jump often. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 28, 2014
On “Spirit Breeze,” Dylan Gilbert starts from folk roots, but gradually adorns his songs with rich textural elements. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 19, 2022