From the time that I fall to when the sun lifts my head
I'm dreaming of an anchor, one that holds me to my bed
For it seems like so long that I've been awake
With no though of consequences or the choices that I've made
If I don't know where I've been or who I have met
Or where I am sleeping then I can't regret
You see these ghosts of a memory still linger within
For now I lie by an angel and an empty bottle of gin
Sometimes I wonder just how long I'll carry on
Until that day I'll be forever home
After seven long years filled with blood, sweat and tears
And countless grim nights of anxiety and fights
I've been sick, I've been hungry, I've been tired and torn
I've felt like I've died but I've hardly been born
I've heard speeches of doubt and I've seen good friends bow out
I've seen a thousand strange faces with fists reaching out
I'll always be true to my heart and my head
And I'll dream of that anchor broken and left at my bed
Specializing in bright, sunny "bedroom rock español," this Brooklyn singer-songwriter puts a unique spin on lo-fi music. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 18, 2024