Take her to the river, call her a river child.
Take her to the forest, call her a little wild.
Sell her to the gypsy for a jar of metal coins.
Take her to the mountain
and thrust yourself into her loins.
Calico, Calico, Calico, for her lips are white as snow.
She moved to the mountains,
with a box of chisels sharp.
She moved to the highlands,
with a box of books so dark.
I knew her, in the city,
She and I would dance the night,
drink the wine of dripping berries,
toast the moon and count the lights.
Calico, Calico, Calico, for her skin is soft as snow
Take her to the river, call her a river child
Take her, to the forest, call her a little wild.
Fantastic album. Very reminiscent of 90s slowcore with an even more beautiful and dark edge. It's hard to find music like this nowadays but I'm very pleased to have found it. Jesse Mullen
Terry Venemous is releasing new music every 3 weeks this year. His latest EP is sumptuous art pop with a wry sense of detachment.
Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 27, 2024
Singer/songwriter from Los Angeles, Chelsea Wolfe’s plaintive voice is the centerpiece of all of these chillingly bleak tunes. Watery, sliding orchestration suits the misty and dark environment that she evokes throughout. Unflinchingly stark, the recording suitably ends with a storm. Nickie Harte Kelly