A storybook farm, all primary green,
If there were such a thing
I'm full of fantasy, full of dream,
But the harsh reality of what lies underneath...
Old trunks and tree stumps,
The earth decays, decays, decays,
The maggots, the sow bugs, the worms at play,
The gnarled roots I pulled,
I yanked the mandrake from his home,
His scrotum was wrinkled like a walnut shell,
Crack it open! Crack it open!
But his yell, such a violent yell!
It sounded like skeletons fucking
On a hot tin roof
The wild hart leapt at the sound,
And my wild heart leapt too,
The wild hart leapt at the sound,
And my wild heart leapt too.
Drift away with these dreamlike songs from reclusive folk singer CARLENE, who pairs evocative lyrics with hushed arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable May 8, 2023