a Meditation on cyclical/circular Relationships,
and the apathy/antipathy They can create.
(eternal recurrence of the same; recollection for It's own sake)
lyrics
light the wick--
a wicked wisp
of smoke curls around Your
heavy head.
You jumped straight into
the ocean's undertow, under no
obligation to
see Me again,
but You did. (x4)
so I:
wade water
bubbling up
thigh high,
looking for a sign.
Your house
has no light.
& Your Circle:
of Friends;
of road;
of memories
keep You biting
off Your tail.
I look-- (x6)
wet sopping
washcloth drips on
Your wide forehead,
& Your bedroom
smells like:
paint chips; like
white sticks of chalk.
but hold Your
screen door, lightly.
let It close, silently.
go out in the lightning.
You're soaked to your
knees, Your blue
jeans turned
black, looking
back, You see
Nothing but Darkness,
it seems.
This haunts Me.
haunts Me!
stalks Me!
hunts Me!
You're outside my house,
rain tapping My window--
I toss my pillow.
still the wick is not
black, yet.
You're cold in your
sick bed.
& I toil
for Your
trouble--
not
charred; not
charmed,
either.
From Portugal comes this wild and contemporary take on fado, centering the style’s longing qualities against surging electronics. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 27, 2023