Though we live on the US dollar
You and me, we got our own sense of time
— “Hannah Hunt”
Wisdom’s a gift, but you’d trade it for youth
Age is an honor, it’s still not the truth
— “Step”
Oh you ought to spare your face the razor
Because no one’s gonna spare their time for you
— “Obvious Bicycle”
Hold me in your everlasting arms
Looked up full of fear, trapped beneath a chandelier
That’s going down
— “Everlasting Arms”
Everybody wants you, but baby you are mine
And baby you’re not anybody’s fool
— “Finger Back”
In the dark of this place
There’s the glow of your face
There’s the dust on the screen
Of this broken machine
— “Ya Hey"
Hey, I'm Savannah. I collect records, and they collect dust. Like my preferred media form, I strive to not become obsolete. I created Off the Record as a way to turn my mind inside out, into something visual and tangible. One is the loneliest number, so I asked my friends to join.
