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Black Thumb

from Turn Up The Dark by David Backshell

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There's a voice calling me outside as high beams breaking across the blinds
I am tracing these fine lines, escaping my eyes
Static's breathing through me, I feel the pull of this turning machine
Everyday it's feeding on me and I can't sew up the gaps it leaves

Waking up here alone, feeling like the bird has flown
Out here nothing seems to grown and everything I own I owe
Sick as dog with two black thumbs, turning the soil under a copper sun
To halves of this zero sum, dividing up coming back as one

These dreams, holding me under lock and key

Turn up the dark set fire to the night, I'm pushing these images out sight
I can't forget what I left behind and I don't know what I'm hoping to find
Out on a limb and come what may I'm chasing tomorrow on feet of clay
But keeps falling further and further away

Waking up here alone, feeling like the bird has flown
Out here nothing seems to grown and everything I own I owe
Sick as dog with two black thumbs, turning the soil under a copper sun
To halves of this zero sum, dividing up coming back as one

These dreams, holding me under lock and key

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from Turn Up The Dark, released March 31, 2023

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David Backshell Toronto, Ontario

Born in Montreal, raised in England, settled for Toronto, David Backshell is a machine that turns coffee, cigarettes and long nights into songs. Distilling struggle, debts, a lost home, nameless faces, he constructs delicate songs that stretch beyond the confines of conventional pop. ... more

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