Shadow from Basic Surgeon by Quincey May Brown

Shakespeare wrote about love when folk around him had bubonic plague
Well who am I to brave such a topic when folk around me just full of parking rage?
Early morning I’ll blurt out something obscene
Words so unreal, they’ll fold themselves back in the dream they belong to

And all I’ll have is your shadow
But that is enough, that is enough

I have my suspicions that Hallmark and Satan were in cahoots
And they made love and greeting cards two of the most overpriced fruits
They stuck love on a pedestal so you reach up, grab what you can
But some people just have slippery hands

And all I’ll grab is your shadow
But that is enough, that is enough

For your shadow is perfect, it doesn’t have a voice to curse
Nor the human nature to get frustrated each time I lose my purse
No, it doesn’t even have the sense to know my rhymes are just perverse

• Alternative
• ambient
• chamber folk
• chamber pop
• new folk
• singer-songwriter
• Manchester