listen, you may still
hear their song
of a billion wings
that had shone in the sun
the quiet humming long gone
flowers and fields and meadows and woods
the poisoned remains we are the heirs to
dead leafs, dead branches, hollowed out trunks
the harvest is dust, machines into rust
sky full of bricks, carved to precision
weighing down on the wild bunch of roots
wood and stone in a split decision
reaching out for life in a fight that we loose
like an open door
to a cottage that collapsed
that is yawning
in autumn,
the stomach
is full
of nothing
-
finally we'd found a way
to rattle at our chains in pain
the hollow sound of empty cans
that are dangling at the caravan
the sound to scare the hounding ghosts
we still can make of it the most
through wasted planes that we're roaming
in the search for something blooming
this is not what seems to be
aspirations or just dreams
we will live another life
we will find a field to thrive
we will make it into spring
we will see the sun again
at least that's what I hope
the night a haunting whisper
but we don't want to listen
all these worries that we share
we're feeding on our own despair
the broken hearts and empty minds
will stick together, make things right
grow food on the nuclear dust
and time will cover up the past
we won't get sick but will mutate
to evolve into a different breed
and keep on digging at our pit
to finally make it bottomless
to finally make it bottomless
to finally make it bottomless
we will live another life
we will find a field to thrive
we will make it into spring
we will see the sun again
Rhythmic, low-end-heavy meditations influenced by funk, jazz, psych, French soundtracks, and—contrary to the LP's name—dub electronics. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 1, 2024