The Hate and Hollow will evaporate
They'll still be here, just not in solid form
The oak will still have a hole where the car hit it,
but cells will circle, but cells will circle, and
bloom and thicken; a wreath of rally.
Every birdsong lifts, every birdsong lifts
the thumb of human's big wake.
The soil will wordlessly swallow
the broken glass whole,
and not choke.
The oil black snake
will continue to rebulge, and reburst and rebelch
pools and pools,
and yet something will,
will find a way
a way between the layers.
Wiggle room for the next new:
the peace of growing out of our control.
credits
from Torch Songs,
released February 3, 2023
Vox, Synths: Dane
Drums: Dahm Cipolla Majuri
Guitar: Evan Patterson
Recorded by Dane Waters and Warren Gray
Mixed by Warren Gray
Mastered by Carl Saff
Straddling the threshold between studio performance and digital technique; the NYC artist applies "fake jazz" principles to synthpop. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2024