How it seemed so obvious to laugh at ourselves
But instead we became stunted as a sapling in shade
Chamomile steam train plunged
Into a silver lake as she
Held you like a map
(I can't forget the hiss...)
Crowded by hands holding
Mirrors to the fog, I
Can't see my way out
All at once...
All at once, you were swallowed
By a cold marble quiet,
From whose belly you asked
"Is all of this me?"
The four songs on the new EP from Rylie DeGarmo give country melodies a mysterious glow, recalling the best of Cowboy Junkies. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 25, 2022