They all ran in,
freezing their toes,
I got salt water up my nose,
you wouldn't tell me what happened in your dream
when I was woken up by your scream.
Darling please,
stop throwing food at me,
can't you see,
je ne lui ai pas consenti.
I give up every time.
I miss the smell of you,
and your shampoo.
Higher now,
higher than I ever was,
indestructable,
I have a home.
A home within myself, that is not dependent on you.
But I enclose you in this tenuous bind
between body and mind,
there is a place for you.
But I miss the smell of you,
and your shampoo.
I can still hear familiar voices and feels,
ringing through the fields of the years,
I can still taste the flavour and sunshine,
imprinted on the fabric that makes up my mind,
imprinted on the fabric that makes up my mind.
This Chicago quintet use classical and contemporary instrumentation to craft this beautifully contemplative ambient release. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 2, 2023