Well the cobbler said, "Don't bother,"
So I bought myself some nice new boots
Made of shiny, shiny leather,
Shiny, shiny leather,
Shiny, shiny leather,
Shiny, shiny leather,
And I photographed myself wearing them
With a pumpkin in between my legs
Like some goddess of the harvest,
Goddess of the harvest,
Goddess of the harvest,
Goddess of the harvest,
Ready or not, here I come,
Ready or not, here I come,
At the magazine rack in the drugstore
There were horoscopes for the year:
There was one for every star sign,
One for every star sign,
One for every star sign,
One for every star sign,
I picked up a few and leafed through them,
And in the long‐range forecast
They all said the same thing,
They all said the same thing,
They all said the same thing,
They all said the same thing,
Ready or not, here I come,
Ready or not, here I come,
Well, the gardener down the street
Was ridding her lawn of weeds,
But the dandy dandelion,
Dandy dandelion,
Dandy dandelion,
Dandy dandelion,
Has a cottonball tuft of seeds,
And when the wind picks up,
They disperse in all directions,
Fly in all directions,
Fly in all directions,
Fly in all directions,
Ready or not, here I come,
Ready or not, here I come.
Drift away with these dreamlike songs from reclusive folk singer CARLENE, who pairs evocative lyrics with hushed arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable May 8, 2023