Why I tremble, after so many years--
where we began: the mat on your front porch.
It's welcoming but it might as well say, "Scram."
Spot the paper; leave it where it lays.
Those aren't my cars resting in the garage.
Close the mailbox, I have my own bills back home.
Four years later, it feels the same.
Backyard fenced in by a chipped green gate,
the same garish curtains through the windowpanes
and a want of shelter from the summer rains.
Where are you now? Maybe you're shopping,
stalking the aisles, coupons for groceries
or maybe toys and diapers for your new baby.
Perhaps you're inside watching some TV
or dancing to The Beatles' "Twist And Shout"
or you're asleep, tired of waiting for me.
Four years later, it feels the same.
Backyard fenced in by a chipped green gate,
the same garish curtains through the windowpanes
and a want of shelter from the summer rains.
If the door's locked, tightly and sadly,
feet won't force down what's already been closed.
They'll walk away, back down the paved driveway.
If it's ajar, I could just slip in
using the crack to get your attention.
Work through the years and find my way back.
The doorbell should ring, bring you to my face
You should greet me, I should smile back.
We should then sit, talk and learn about our new lives.
Third in a four-EP series, Ben Morey's "Songs" perfectly captures the terrifying reality of existence with beautiful acoustic honesty. Life may be scary, but Ben Morey's music gives me hope. Paul Riley
The eclectic influences of this California group shine through on these creeping tracks, full of dark electronics and intimate vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 15, 2020