Cheap gold drips from dressed up trees
Cheap gold lines the salted streets
Cheap gold, and a gift receipt
in case it’s not what she wants
Cheap gold; the ring on the familiar hand she holds
The cross on a necklace that he bought
wrapped in cheap gold paper
hoping it would be enough to keep her
Cheap gold and the tarnished silver snow
from a doorway two souls fall
into the Lothian winter
falling down like heavy drinkers
Take the steamed up taxi home
Suck a hip flask to stay warm
Ignore the hardened winter
Swap a kiss for a stiff ring-finger
the thought that counted has gone missing
You feel so cheap but remember this
It’s not for life it’s just for Christmas
Delightfully unpredictable debut from a New York electronic producer and composer with backgrounds in psychedelic rock, jazz, and indie pop. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 25, 2024