Pack my camera, film to spare
I've dreamt of pristine mountain air
I packed my courage, I packed my gun
I swear to God I'm not on the run
My reflection doesn't end
In the photographs of the water's edge
My rescue is imminent
But time is losing all its sense
The cold wind does get in my bones
It steals my breath as I think of home
Through greying skies comes gold sunshine
The glimmer off that gun shell blinds me
Send my love to anyone who reads
My final words and apologies
As winter and the trees close in on me
Drift away with these dreamlike songs from reclusive folk singer CARLENE, who pairs evocative lyrics with hushed arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable May 8, 2023