And I could tell the story of how My great grandmother’s sister was deemed a saint How they exhumed her body after years of being buried/And they found she hadn’t even begun to sully/So they moved her again, straight into the Vatican/I think of all the billions of eyes /All looking at something different at the same time/And I feel nauseous
from Billions of Eyes lyrics by Lady Lamb the Beekeeper
Buttering up the anti-folk angst the Maine firecracker broke w/, notebook’s still wise beyond her early 20s, but now cut with sophomore jangle pop swing, both giving a stateside answer to Courtney Barnett and proving here amongst ‘billions of eyes‘ millennials do indeed require human interaction.
