The beat on this song is entirely made with samples from my own body.
lyrics
A storm is rising on the skyline
And one more time I’m about to lose control
I am stepping into the quagmire
And I can’t see what’s ahead of me
But I won’t stop
I’m just a foreigner in this land, Lord
And now I know I do not intend to stay
And even though it’s hard to let go
I will go on, marching to the drum
To meet my fate
With flags up high
Giving you my last breath
I’ll fight the good fight
Committing what is still left of me
My hands and feet are tied and I can’t breathe
I’m on my knees holding on to memories
I’m a prisoner of my own will
Because I am free
Free inside of me
Since I met you
Backed by a rotating cast of collaborators, the Australian singer-songwriter refines her folk-tinged indie pop sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 11, 2024