In the only village hall, wearing snakeskin boots
Stones that chip the smooth well wall, on their way as fruits
In the larch pine soak and stew, how sharp have you slipped
As if, silver-buttered you, tacked to jacket rips
On the floor so imagine all the first fine tufts
Of a golden blanket in leaves and linking cuffs
Windfall apples in some ranks, pockmarking the grass
So quivers the foam at banks, flows the stream at last
credits
from Middlenite,
released March 14, 2023
Written by Phoebe Troup
Produced by Phoebe Troup
Performed by Phoebe Troup
Mixed by David Pye
Cara Beth Satalino's delicately melodic yet resilient indie folk songs sparkle with lyrical wit and hard-won wisdom. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 10, 2024