Timid to revisit certain memories, on the pretty curtained roof I hash out melodies.
Sit with my pen to start over again; seems nothing comes out unless I dwell in complication.
Seems we have built our own cage.
Trying to be free can take up your whole day.
I wish I could recall the way you made me feel before I had to question if the life we had was real.
In a stupor of sorrow, I had been deceived.
Now the gift of patience is the least you can give to me.
I no longer need to see the cherry blossom trees.
Those tarnished blooms have lost some of their beauty.
Through the force of captivation I follow you still, as I try a little harder to inflict my own will.
Then you suspend time and make me believe there's no other place my body should be.
Naked in the forest, I'm still a baby.
No such thing as transgressions or fallacies.
The water is falling to wash over me.
from The Making of Laughter and Tears,
released December 1, 2018
Written by Kayli Kaufmann
Vocals, Acoustic Guitar - Kayli Kaufmann
Bass, Ukulele, Acoustic Guitar, Production - Ian Kaufmann
The guitarist's debut for Ba Da Bing is a captivating synthesis of and expansion on all of her recent outings, its avant-pop ditties underscored by personal vulnerability. Bandcamp Album of the Day Oct 15, 2020