Under unsure skies my eyes evaluate the light
To decide how much they can afford to let inside
And interpret the colors to try and show my mind what’s true
No matter how defined and brilliant are the hues
I tend to read them blue
A surplus of comfort tends to form a crippling hole
That lets you eat all night and never quite feel full
But leaves us haunted by years when we were still too young to know
We had as much as any human life can hold
But still worried if there could be more
When the dawn explodes
In this tawny meadow
The birdsong swallows my angst and fills my throat
Because the fear of my secrets has stolen up too many years
And I am tired of being blind to all that’s here
So I pine for day I’m finally not surprised to find
That freedom only comes inseparably tied
To promises that guide
Me honestly toward my own mind
supported by 13 fans who also own “Ghosts of Happiness”
It’s hard to pick a favorite track! I’ve always enjoyed the whole album in complete listening sessions. It is such an evocative work of connecting with nature in beautiful, breath-taking places. A truly special work of art! Johannes Duckeck
UK singer-songwriter Alex Pester perfects his homespun baroque pop on an vast, largely home-recorded LP that finds elegance in simplicity. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 3, 2021
Juggling art rock, chamber folk, and bedroom pop, Obscura Hail's double EP charts vast stylistic terrain with confidence and ease. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 28, 2020
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My friend introduced me to Kishi Bashi's music in highschool (2013) and ever since then I have shared this album with every close friend I've made. This album sits close to my heart and it's been so great to peel back it's layers over the years. Christina