I’ve got gut rot
My shit is shot
I’m put through my paces
I’ve won high praises
In high places
And no one can take those words back
So if I’m faceless
And faith baseless
The case is I’ve wasted the knack
All I can say
Is to say the unsayable thing
I’ve writing this song
So when my voice is gone
I’ll have something I’m able to sing
Feted and vaunted
Threw the gauntlet and taunted the rest
Oh well—if you’ve got it, flaunt it
You’re an empress undressed.
Shades drawn and haunted,
All I wanted to do was my best
And I did what I wanted to do,
Now I’m destitute,
Restitute me with some rest.
I spent my rent
My best times went
Long day at the races
I’ve kissed fair faces
And their taste is
Always on the tip of my tongue
But the fear stays in
This weird stasis
The phrases unsaid and unsung
All I can sing
Is to sing a sustainable way
I’m writing this song
So when my voice is gone
I’ll be able to speak when I say:
These are the angles,
You can’t argue with it
Nor ransom it, bargain with it
Accept the changes,
And just adjust.
Pain in the ankles,
You can’t argue with it,
Nor ransom it, bargain with it
Like sandy sinkholes
In a desert of dust.
Turn up the vocals,
I can’t hear myself worry out loud.
I am writing this song
‘cos when my voice is gone
I’ll have only the fury,
No sound.
credits
from Instead of Sad Songs,
released April 25, 2021
Helena Very - vocals, Juno, harmonica
Asia Joanna Mieleszko - harp
engineered and produced by Eva Lawitts and Chris Krasnow, Wonderpark Studios
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