I fought the westerlies, came back to this small town
didn't realize they'd filed me in the lost and found.
Lying down at night, I felt unclaimed
like turning out the lights, I turned off my gains.
You turned up in my dreams just to wake me up,
you dragged me to my past I'm spinning in cup
where unrooted flowers are rarely picked up.
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Where were you when I turned my clock back?
The curtain dropped but I thought there was a third act.
I followed you thought there was nothing to shrink from.
Now I wish I'd never seen those breadcrumbs.
I don't have a door for you to show up to
'cause I've been chasing you through all these restless moons.
Last time I walked these streets in shoes to grow into,
coming back the blocks seem harder to weave through.
I was sure I'd see you turn the corner-
all these blank faces making luck run shorter.
Something about this coast as changed,
the landscape has be feeling caged.
Ships floating out of harbours
have me pulling up my anchors.
Breezy, lush R&B perfect for warm weather, inspired by Afro-Indigenous artist Clara Kent's heritage, culture, and personal journey. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 6, 2023