Down by the fire my lady lies sleeping
Iʼm filled with desire, my love is too fair
I open the window, but how can I tremble
When heat from her garden still hangs in the air
And bellies still swollen with unwedded fingers
A saintliness broken by misguided trust
And misguided whispers of kindness still linger
A lingering whimper of pain turned to lust
I find myself weeping beneath her tall branches
A temple to honor the last fallen hue
And wrapped in her linen you take all your chances
To honor the women youʼre given to use
We mustnʼt be seen here, the light is disturbing
A childish yearning, the last crimson robe
You trespass these rooms, your reason returning
O darkness, my mistress, your body is cold
Some may know Farmer from his time under the Monarch Mtn name. Happy to see Western Vinyl has picked up on what a talent this guy is. 'Still No Mother' delivers such a subtle venom, one that works its way into the bloodstream long after the music has ended. Farmer's music impacts in much the same way as that of Damien Jurado or Bill Callahan. The songs seem as if they've been on rotation for many years, like visiting an old friend, instantly familiar and welcoming. Lost Tribe Sound
Introspective pop songs with transcendent melodies offer a joyful meditation on staying present in a world that often moves too fast. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 16, 2023
Australian songwriter Tamara Westwood, who describes herself deliberately as a trans girl, and fights for the cause of transgender people, attributes her songs to the "dreamo" genre. Actually, that's quite descriptive of what's to be found on "The Fifth", releasing me from the task of finding an appropriate genre myself. The music sounds remarkably full-fledged for a DIY album labeled "bedroom pop" - absolutely not lo-fi or bedroom-bound. Sven B. Schreiber (sbs)