Norwegian Arms - "Run! Ran! Run! Rah!"

Apace yr steed, let it sip thin broth and be off. Gather. Apace. The night is thinning, the dawn is nimble, wet thistle thither in the timber. Apace, and foresee. Chase. A young girl, thinner, tender, hidden. Her smile trouble, her touch a beckon. A dip of the brim and a pull on the bridle, a moment to reckon, to furl. But run, boy, run god, run young thing and animal claws. Give silver, give writings, give flowers and run. Through grasses, stained glasses, fine lasses, all spent. The future is coming, but now near gone went.

Norwegian Arms - "Jitterbug"

"It's baby J!" There is little more tired than Jesus kitsch, but this was something special, this was more than dorm room window dressing, or fridge magnet Urban Outfitters nonsense, this was unique. It was a baby jesus, hand-carved out of wood, hand-painted with tempra. It seemed to take the idea of carpentry being the Christ family trade, Jesus was in overalls, with a crucifix on the breast pocket, which had the odd quality of a misplaced premonition. He had long flowing blond hair, like a baby girl. He was lying on his side, in a cherubic relaxation, and was looking at his fingers. Whether by accident or not, his fingers were stained with brown colouration, which contrasted with his peachy blushing face. And his ear was chipped away, leaving a large wood-coloured scar deep into his cheek. The curl of his smile seemed to come from this flaw, finally deaf to the world, happy, to just study his fingers and think about mud.

[Trimmings of Hides is an AWESOME three-song EP, and it's a suggested 4$]
[Jttrbg is free on the bandcamp]

(image is Lord Alfred "Bosie" Douglas and his brother Francis Douglas, via A Poor Sort of Memory)