Clear the sky
Migration season has arrived
Louder than before
Those voices I chose to ignore
Lies make these teeth
With new brands of neology
Letters on a page
But words that I could never say
So why wasn’t I created with wings?
To be part of flocks and amongst kings and queens
And now the hearts and sky are times away from here
I don’t understand—these sounds are so unclear
Turning of the tide
Heartless threads I would derive
Set the loving sky
The brightest days always died
Change my scenery
For different kinds of gallery
That fragile winter bite
These birds are now in a flight
I know why I was refused to have wings
I’m left here searching for love and pointless things
And I listen to the Earth and she rues, “My dear—“
I now understand these patterns that whisper in my ear
Recorded on the Grecian isle of Hydra, this is blissed-out psych pop with stacked falsetto harmonies and luscious arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 9, 2023
Two dozen 12-string acoustic improvisations that feel undeniably haunting, like lost transmissions from ancient Appalachia, rediscovered. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 17, 2022