singular from Jean Seberg by Stephen Gevedon

It would seem the maggots and the flies have taken over this carcass time to let it die. The sun has made it bloat so twisted and insane the stench lives in our throats writhing in pain. I twirled a pirouette and I played the role. I asked for your heart and I stole your soul.
Hotel rooms in Paris; hotel rooms in Paris can get so lonely on overcast rainy days. Half written letters, postcards on the walls, half-made beds, standing by the window watching the world go by. Standing by the window watching the world go buy. Do not disturb. Curl up to the wall. My reflection is a memory of you.

• Acoustic
• cassette
• folk
• moody
• nighttime
• New York