A northerly voice is calling out
in the madness of dusk with the crows
They leave us to be when the autumn nears
so we fend for ourselves in the snow
The brotherly boys are working out
all the fears they may share while they plow
The shivering sun sits solemn now
and way up over the mountain
deep in the canyon
we learn to sing lightly
burn to shine brightly
And when my time has come, to the ashes I’ll return:
throw my bones to the wind…
But the chimes will ring with the songbirds in the spring,
so we’ll take to the road…
We can do this on our own.
I carry in me lies of long ago—
in the outcome of what I was told
maneuvered the way back before the cold
and way up over the mountain
deep in the canyon
we learn to sing lightly
burn to shine brightly
And when my time has come, to the ashes I’ll return:
throw my bones to the wind…
But the chimes will ring with the songbirds in the spring,
so we’ll take to the road…
We can do this on our own.
A gorgeous journey through a kaleidoscopic array of sonic approaches melted together that feels old and new at the same time. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 5, 2024