on the far away roads of an isolated island, in the
northern part of the land that only sees light at dawn,
before it turns to dusk, facing the wind, the warm wind
of the shores that comes from out there, nowhere indeed,
i am standing on my cold feet, protected by tape,
construction tape that sticks to the boots
i will walk with you (4X)
or whoever you were
counting the reefs i will find my way back to the red
fishing house that the poet bought back when the whole
town was working for the mine, before it all went down in
the flames and the fire
i will walk with you (4X)
if you bring me there
and if i reach the room where we once slept, while
the seals were dancing underneath our feet, if i reach
that room once, emptied by the flemings, cleaned up and
ready, on call for departure
i will walk with you (4X)
to the cabin bed
if it still exists, if it ever was, as weird as we found it
and as warm as a dreamers’ bed
Cacophonous mash of noise, electronic sounds and vocals powered by energetic walls of drums. Listen loud, jump often. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 28, 2014