my blue eyed baby's eyes are not the ocean
or the sky
eyes just blue.
she is just blue.
she - pure
a virgin
I - tainted
a liar
my voice velvet-
god speaks:
to die by my hands
would make thee a martyr
and with that my little blue eyed baby
gets down on her knees
she seems to have forgotten
that death is free
Poet Douglas Kearney and composer/producer/drummer Val Jeanty link up for a a compelling LP that feels like the written word come to life. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2021