My father's house
is painted green
like moss,
like a hurricane's mouth.
My mother's heart
is deep and warm,
and my love,
she swims down south.
Oh, I've been hearing all trees
speaking, talking to me,
the leaves sing, the winds bring me home.
Over the yawning path,
into the speckled sky,
under the Iroquois eye
with you,
and me,
and all the space between.
Ghost in the garden,
wearing all my habits on their sleeves,
and tucking me into bed.
Sleep comes so quickly,
the children behaving badly.
The king dreams of steeples,
the stars number the people who step over
the yawning path,
and into the speckled sky,
and under the Iroquois eye.
with you,
and me,
and all that space between.
Marvelous experimental music from this Tel Aviv musician that fuses outré noise with almost folk-like arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 13, 2022
These banjo instrumentals were recorded outside at night, so the backdrop is full of cricket songs—the perfect accompaniment. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 29, 2022