Farewell dear Ginette, I wish you fine things
No matter how poor, with you we were kings
But it’s time I must part from within your halls
For time has turned them into cold prison walls
By virtue of strength, I still believe
Through fear of defeat, I will achieve
In these safe horizons my eyes have grown old
In the shadow of doubt I reach to the road
Under shelter with guitar, and dry gin in Mason jar
I’ve wrote many songs that I’ve now long forgot
As each song did slowly fade, so will each chapter made
In the story of who I am not
So farewell dear Ginette, with these words I leave you
For the time has now come, that I bid you adieu
I am bound for the westward, to the rock with a mountain
Wherever I go I’ll be thinking of you
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