I cannot hear the old earth breathe
Through the loose leaves
I can only hear machines
Sustain the city
And the motion of my body's aligned with the way they are designed
Stiff and instructed
The rain is blistering on the glass
And slowly pushing
Towards cherry blossoms clinging where
The wipers cannot reach them
I'm safe inside the walls of of my skin, they won't let the water in
Every time the earth's reimbursed I remember who I am
Fragile and fortunate
I cannot remember when
I started to believe in
Imaginary ties between
Comfort and contentment
A dog will eat all it's fed
And hunt a stick time and time again
Is the coyote less content
On a cold night, sleeping with no bed
Did our instincts lose mystery
When we assigned them vocabulary
It's tragic
We are small things, what are we if we're not that?
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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