well the moon hides the sharpest tool she can get
in her jaw, in her jaw, in her jaw
and she hunts in the darkness, blind as a bed
it's the law, it's the law, it's the law
and the moon wears a dress of silver and bronze
like a dime, like a dime, like a dime
and she turns half her face to seem that she's gone
it's a lie, it's a lie, it's a lie
when i came to this place, i knew little harm
like a lamb, like a lamb, like a lamb
and the moon took my darling straight from my arms
like a man, like a man, like a man
this track brutalizes me emotionally and forces access to things I spend huge amounts of energy burying... its like fuckin ayahuasca... but I love it. Bob Furtado
Maer, from Switzerland, debut with a haunted (and haunting) folk song that will warm you heart as it sends shivers down your spine. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 23, 2022