You wake up from the nightmare
to find the pictures on your phone
a picture book of puddles
starting in the middle of the song
I walk into the room
you hear every word I say
because I'm talking to you
you hear every word I say
and you can lose your mind
but can you find it
every day on my ride to work
there is less of the possum
on the road
A PICTURE BOOK OF PUDDLES
Is it wicked not to care? Frances Chang's layered, strange experimental pop recalls Lisa Germano in its pursuit of meaning in a sad world. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 2, 2022