Mother and child cradle me in a memory of newness
Heavy, I open my arms as I turn to see
It was she all along who’d been casting the mystery of darkness
And me who’d awoken too early, still caught in her dream
Please excuse the wholeness of my offering
If I’m unworthy, Lord, I swear I’ll fake it good
Much of your touch is like smoke in the way that it billows
Dissipates lovingly as it folds into the sky
And finding a music that longingly waits for an echo
It falls to a sea that transforms in the blink of an eye
So please excuse the hardness of my softening
If I’m unworthy, Lord, I swear I’ll fake it good
Here I’m stuck inside of my hope as if time’s barely working
One cannot kiss sense into someone’s sweet lips to the grave
The last I had heard of your love it was inside a vacuum
But mothers must carry their children along all the same
So please excuse the wholeness of my offering
If I’m unworthy Lord, I swear I’ll fake it good
Please excuse the wholeness of my offering
I am unworthy, Lord
But I can fake it so goddam good
credits
from It's Unkind to Call You My Killer,
released December 18, 2022
Song, vocals, and nylon string guitar by Lily Talmers
String arrangement by Ben Green
Violin by Giancarlo Latta and Sammy Andonian
Viola by Nicholas Gallitano
Cello by Raffi Boden
Captured live at Saints Constantine and Helen Greek Orthodox Cathedral in Brooklyn, NY
The Icelandic songwriter packs her stunning debut with sweeping melodies delivered via intimate, folky arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 12, 2023