Amanda love patreon - To AFP Patrons

Is it going to be on some bizarre, Patreon-based scale? Amanda at a patron-only event in London.

I'm in my little house Just writing little songs to pass the time Which incidentally is precisely nine So don't you worry, I'm completely fine I'm fine I am just so fucking fine I'm a pale intruder on an unknown beach My back to the water My feet in the sand Finding no recognition as each sign of life Invades the precision of this ageing land An abandoned flipper in a world of stone There's a man on the shoreline with a white parakeet Trying to make his bird go home With increasing continuity, endless space Gazes 'round the periphery not disheartened Wearing its most inexpressible face My instinct is double as the waves roll by But my vision is halved In the foam in the green as The insects talk to the blazing sky Wax in the ear Stitch in the side Wolves are feast for the blind Under and over The why and the wherefore Easy to sit back with time Driving discussions like cranes through the car park Setting them all in a line All interceding Not yet receding Misleading doubts In the mind I'm a pale intruder on an unknown beach My back to the water My feet in the sand Needing no recognition as each sign of life Invades the precision of this ageing land Come sail your ships around me And burn your bridges down We make a little history, baby Every time you call around Come loose your dogs upon me And let your hair hang down You are a little mystery to me Every time you call around We talk about it all night long We define our moral ground But when I crawl into your arms Everything comes tumbling down Come sail your ships around me And burn your bridges down We make a little history, baby Every time you call around Come loose your dogs upon me And let your hair hang down You are a little mystery to me Every time you call around Your face looks sad now For you know the time is nigh When I must remove your wings And you, you must try to fly Come sail your ships around me And burn your bridges down We make a little history, baby Every time you call around Come loose your dogs upon me And let your hair hang down You are a little mystery to me Every time you call around about hello listener! Rest assured, I will return to touring in the future to bring my music to you.