bate and conscious, breath I breathe
give me strength now to make the bad ones leave
deafening players
stumble round wasted
blinded to hills up on the rooftop
they fly
like junebugs in july
they crawl up gracefully
then wrap you in a gentle sleep
rip its spirit out
rip the credit card
before the wind grabs it away
toting its pails of watered down doves
benign, it's not a phase
but a vein won't hold much stress
and neither brings to the table plans
I'd say we're okay
when we fell
like raindrops in july
a breeze carried us both down
with image lining every sound
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
This album from Montreal-based experimental artist Frédérique Roy toes the line between structure and improvisation. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 24, 2023