I’ve been patient in my recognition of this disease
Devouring what I please
I never thought I’d see my sins catching up to me
The lines in my face are no longer clean
I’ve caught the stink of my youthful light dimming
How can I support a family with my own knees buckling under me
My body’s aching, creaking, cracking
My age is creeping quicker than the scheming of death
Why has beauty left
Why has my indulgence surfaced
I look like the pig I’ve always been
The swine of selfish indulgence
The gift of genes has been unwrapped and pawned
I am re-sold
A live record from the legendary Diamanda Galás finds the artist exploring the outer fringes of pop with only her voice and a piano. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2024