I could return to the salt mines, where the sky told my world to begin
I would return as the bells chime, "if the sun climbs, does it sometimes?"
If I could exist in a past time, who's while would I want to vision?
If all I could soul was your blind eye, In content, I would abide fine
No more drugs and no more braces
I've been swallowed, obligations
...
No more blood, we're cut like ancients
You and I, like rock formations
A live record from the legendary Diamanda Galás finds the artist exploring the outer fringes of pop with only her voice and a piano. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2024