I want to write about my band and what it means to me. I think I’ll try and get a few words onto the page. I’m going mad over a boy. Not really. When am I not? I enjoy it really. God I can’t be bothered. I’m not really enjoying thinking about the band lately. I don’t know why. I’m in a bit of a hole. The band’s in a hole. Rock n roll. Grunge and roll. Psychobilly. Psycholily. I killed the bunny. You killed the bunny. Psychedelic. Punk. DIY. Storytellers. True rock n roll. A true rock n roll performance. Fresh faced and snarky. Characters, personas. I can be different people on stage. I can be all the things I can’t be in real life. Fantasy. Escapism. Truth. Grit and rawness and truth. The loss of innocence. What is innocence? Is innocence intertwined with sex? Sex, drugs and rock n roll. I’m rock n roll. What is rock n roll to me? The feeling. Honesty. Love. Appreciation. Connection. Rock n roll is connection and honesty. Rock n roll is real and raw and fresh. I don’t like ‘em polished. I like 'em a little rough around the edges. I like my songs to be rough around the edges. But they’re warm because I wrote them. And I’m warm. No matter how cold I feel. I will always be warm and full of life, no matter how cold and numb I become. I will always be grounded by the music. Those are my songs, that’s all me. My babies, my creations. I am their mother. I birthed them. They still grow and surprise me, and tell new truths. Beautiful and twisted and dark, full of dreams, desires, fears and yearning. I burn and then I write, and then I sing, and then I sing for you. 

You’re in my veins. You float, you glide, you dance the lovers’ lie. My song Lovers’ Lie is warm. We’re in the desert, we’re on a horse, it’s a sandstorm, there’s a kaleidoscope, and colours and shapes. I’ve been claimed by the sun, and I’m in love. I’m under your skin, I’m in your veins. There’s an echo from a long time ago. Our bodies touch. Skin to skin. We embrace. It doesn’t last. An echo. I can still feel it. Swells and pulsating, it’s soft and tender and smooth, and rough and it’s love, or is it lust? It’s sensual, I’m on the pole and I’m dancing. There is no boy. I’m a sexual, sensual being by myself. Me and the pole, me and my fingers, me and my desires. I only know sex when I’m by myself. It’s an art when I’m alone. It’s sensational. Fireworks, sparks, passion, fire. Touch me, I want you, I want you, I want me.

And I think of the sublimity of nature. Of cliffs, the sky opening, the moonlight. The clouds part, the trees stand tall. Then it’s hot and it’s cold. And it's sensational. I’ve been grounded again. The magic is inside of me. She’s free. She escapes and she dances with me. I think of you, but the magic comes when I’m alone. The triumph, the immortality. I lie on the river bank and the cool warm breeze dries my tears. I lie on the riverbank and I touch myself. I lie on the riverbank, under the moon and the stars and I’m enlightened, once more, for by myself, I am enlightened every time. 

For me, music is magic. To make music is to love again. I can embody all the feelings, even the ugly ones. It’s a release, it’s cathartic. I can be the witch, I can be the girl with the mousy hair, I can be sexy, confident, in love, angry. I wrote a song called ‘Dead In A Ditch’. It goes, ‘are you dead in a ditch, or are you just a bitch?’ It’s about a boy who was meant to come over but never showed. Though it turns out he was dead in a ditch, and wasn’t a bitch after all. But I don’t feel bad I wrote it. After playing this song at a gig, this guy told me he was ghosted, and that the song healed him. 

As a band, I’m not sure I can pinpoint our sound. No one puts Bunny in a box, you hear me?! Just like me, Who Killed Bunny? Is not one thing. We’re punk rocking, grunge rolling, kaleidoscopedellics. Gothic, western, modernists. We’re loud, we’re quiet. We’re harsh, we’re soft. Cowgirl says you can’t be strong until you’re soft. Even the wildest women get the blues. I’m wild. Tame me. I’m soft and messy, tame me, lust for me, love me. Understand me, see me, please see me for Christ’s sake! Hear me sing. I might surprise you. What would people expect? I don’t know. I’m punk and I rock n roll and it’s fun. I can dress up. I feel powerful. I’m a sex symbol. I’m angry. You love it. You love me. It’s a performance. It’s the truth. No truer thing. I take off my mask. I lay it all out. I look away when I’m shy. You’re looking up at me. I’ll guide you. I’ll serenade you. I’ll seduce you. I lay myself bare. You know me now. You’ll know me now forever. 

I want you to listen to me pouring my heart out, and to feel. I want to break down. I want you to hold me. I want you to embrace me under the stars. I’m cynical and I’m romantic. I’m deep and impatient. I can’t shake you off, I can’t wash you out of my hair, off my skin. I can’t wipe you from my mind, from my heart. I can’t unfeel you. I can’t unfeel. I’m not numb. I feel everything. Come back to me. This is a love letter. I wrote it for you. Our connection has been immortalised. We’ll be quiet hungry fools forever.