the skies she liked best
were blue-grey and barely there
yet she conjured a storm in me
so black and violent it scorched the air
I resorted to conspiracy
sorcery and deceit
all December was bitter cold
as we made our retreat.
but is it true
you no longer want
your wicked man
I woke before daybreak
thought I’d try to run
all I have before me now
are headlights dulled by a rising sun
in this moment of unknowing
I welcome the Void
and curse this empire of fantasy
to which I’ve been employed
watching the moon through
her frilly curtain
I once knew her hand.
I cursed you, cut you, shut you out
all to my own shame
love is a voice in the street
that used to call my name
San Francisco singer-songwriter and trumpeter Max Daniel gilds straight-shooting pop hooks with orchestral splendor and wry lyricism. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 26, 2020
Melodic, lush ambient from San Francisco that recalls the Bay Area's famous fog at night. Proceeds to the ACLU and Planned Parenthood. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 8, 2017