A Glow from Glow / Worm by Friends of the Bog

Got a glow in me
Glowing coals in me
Everyone i was before is my enemy

Sideline-otomy
Sideline-ectomy
Put me in front right in front’s where I’m supposed to me

Hallelujah the lord is born
Each morn when i wake up my pillow’s still warm
Hallelujah the lord is nigh
Each night constellations your face in the sky

I want to see you
Just to know how bad you’re bruised
I want to be seen
Face plastered on every screen

Caught some heat at last
From a solar blast
I am the sun like your son i have come and passed

Divine energy
Or so it seems
I am what I am til I cease to be anything

Hallelujah the lord is born
Each morn when i wake up my pillow’s still warm
Hallelujah the lord is real
Alive and unwell and entirely concealed

I want to see you
Just to know how bad you’re bruised
I want to be seen
Face plastered on every screen

I want to see you
Just to know how bad you’re bruised
I want to be seen
Face plastered on every screen

• Folk
• bogfolk
• freak folk
• freaky
• glow
• glow-fi
• glowworm
• polyrhythm
• purity
• quixotic
• synth
• Chicago