Formerly familial
I guess you had to be there
Beverly on the bridge
Heard she moved in mach one
Saw no sign of sorrow
From the boys or dumb birds
Every crow was watching
Beverly land in child's pose
Now she's getting washed out
Spread across the dirt floor
There’s something I can’t floss out
By neither hand nor sword
Once you measure something,
Now it's null and void
Can't take the boy from the earrings
Can't take the earrings from the boy
Warped face, waste of space
Pining for a missing case
Rip tide, low five
Clemency for shadow shame
Nonplussed, key bumps
A silent vice when I was lost
Gushed over, crushed twice
Hauntingly beautiful “ambient-folk mini-epics” from Portland singer-songwriter/multimedia artist Dao Strom reflect on memory and identity. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 8, 2022
Portland's Dao Strom describes her work as "song poems," gorgeously layered dark ambient folk soundscapes with a heavy sense of foreboding. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 6, 2020