I had a friend who was made of wildflowers; she was funny when she wanted, always bitched when she was hungry
But her heart was lovely as a garden, she heard the words of strangers, gave them her compassion
Ruthie, ringed with yellow roses, drinking coffee and mimosas, leans her head against my shoulder
Ruthie, in love with someone dumb, knowing that he's wrong, not wanting to move on
Every day she calls me and she tells me that she's happy
Most of all I want her to be happy
Most of all I want her to be happy
The ring glitters in the sun, she turns her hand around to show me what she's done
Her smile lighting up the room, I reflect her like the moon, cold but beaming for her too
Every day she calls me and she tells me that she's happy
Most of all I want her to be happy
Most of all I want her to be happy
At the altar I read out poems of blessing for the union
"You are the star of every night, the brightness of each morning"
They kiss and then we dance and then it's done
They kiss and then we dance and then it's done
Ruthie, when I got that call, I thought of how those blessings didn't work at all
Her bruises fade like rainbows around the black, she says he didn't mean it, she says he wants her back
In my head I read out poems of blessing for my friend
St. Rita of the Impossible, please deliver her again
Most of all I want her to be happy
Most of all I want her to be happy
Most of all I want her to be here
Dreamy, intricate guitar pop from Oakland's Absent City; splashes of accordion, sitar, lap steel, and mandolin add textural richness. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 26, 2020
These tracks are straightforward and concise, never relying on gauzy metaphors to complicate her declarations of love. Bandcamp Album of the Day Dec 20, 2017