Amy from Wild Place by Jack O'Rourke

Amy

Momma can’t turn off the light, she hasn’t heard Baby
Shes out with a crowd, she calls her congregation
There’s secrets that sparkle that Momma don’t know
Momma she brushstrokes the sky, with high hopes and mantras and sighs
And prays to all that’s divine for a sign, that Baby’s not using her lifelines

Candy canes crackle, her minds all a racket
Reaching for colours that don’t got no name
Cowboys and gargoyles sing Hey Macarena
The devil and Moses are whispering Shame
Mommas baby was never

Fates hand are cursed by mimicking muses
Baby burned far too brightly before she got old
Like Cobain, there’s no gain in laying it all out there
Ya reach for red moons and then you’re out cold

Candy canes crackle, her minds all a racket
Reaching for colours that don’t got no name
Cowboys and gargoyles sing Hey Macarena
The devil and Moses are whispering Shame
Mommas baby was never

• Alternative
• Americana
• Amy
• Folk
• alt folk
• chamber folk
• piano
• rhythm and blues
• rock
• songwriter
• torch song
• Cork