We're losing sight
The day is shaking hands with
The coming night
Wringing out the western sky
Of the last few drops of light
The clouds are thin
A sky of violet and peach
And the hottest wind
Is blowing off the Chesapeake
Only in the evening do these colors gather in
Such quantity
They throw a tender lighting
On the westward side
Of every upright form we see
Making symphonies of even the most common things
The tide is soft
But the water too dark to trust
Our words are hushed
By cicadas buzzing in the high heat
Bleeding off the fevered trees
That we stood underneath
Quietly
The strangers turn
And wave from old brick porches
As though they'd heard
The heavy words said on the road
When you said you just did not know anymore
And the car got small
Our eyes stayed straight forward
That was all
That we had left
Because the whole day
We were asking why, why, why
Until our throats were dry
Then we stepped out
Aimless in the brilliant night
And stared so deep in love
With our lives
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
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