Absolutely adored the scenery and ambience portrayed by the music!! I feel like I can bounce off the songwriting and lyrics. I adored the way how all those different instruments and sounds molded into one and made the song feel full!!
14th and final track from the album AS SMALL AS ANTS
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Credits:
Jayda Thor - Cello
Rhye Politylo - Bari Sax
Ezekiel Dukart - Drumkit, Additional percussion, Guitar, Bass guitar, Vox, Vibraphone, Glockenspiel, Timpani.
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Lyrics:
Come down he said peeling oranges in the dining room
Come down like ashes to flowers open up cus they all knew
In my childhood home alone
And free to be real
And free to speak plainly
Telling stories of the trees and me and the rivers and the streams
And the mountains
And the mountains
But this too was all in a dream, a distorted picture projected from my psyche
Where his face is many
And his voice remains the same
So leave the tree with feet untouching the ground
A body passed around
For those who ought to know: I have a tendency to look like a deer in the headlights!
Despite these words I think this newest shade is coming true
I think of younger times when purple light was bending blue
And when it all comes around
And when the valley is cleared
Should I remain painted by all the years?
I am a simple stone still encased in mother moss
A symbol still despite the things that I have never lost
And in these moments
I am turned over
And I admit
There is no pride
Come down he said painting fruit under the falling tree
Still life, created the person that was made to touch but not to see
Moving his hands in sync to the chorus of his new favourite song as it plays from my bluetooth speaker in the left side pocket of his jacket
Biking down the gravel goad Into the boreal
Passing through each other like ghosts through walls
And the world kept spinning alone
But this too was all in a dream
A familiar picture projected from my psyche
Where his face is many
And his voice remains the same
Reluctance the word of the day
The year of quiet battles
Underneath the sands of Lewis Beach where terror meets the mirror water
Living in the little house where so many are split for just a little bit of warmth to heat this home, this pale deliverance
I am a summer day doomed to be vanquished above beach days and field trips and yearly family gatherings
But until my turn to circle the planet
I am turned over
And I admit
There is no pride
There is no pride, pride
Away the latex grey is washed as it begins to fade were it reveals
Pink Naked into view like all my friends who share the shade
In ignorance I learn about myself, my own indignity
And it all now breathing down my neck It's never felt this close to me
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
This was the last summer of me myself: the mild amateur
This is the year where he will finally fade lavender
I leave the tree but forward motion being slowed uneasily
So better bending into blue It's light a higher frequency.
Absolutely adored the scenery and ambience portrayed by the music!! I feel like I can bounce off the songwriting and lyrics. I adored the way how all those different instruments and sounds molded into one and made the song feel full!!
this is a great compliment!! thank you
favorite on the album :)) feels like flying
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Electronic shoegaze type beat
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