-sounds recorded from a cottage getaway in York Harbor, Maine. the lyrics and inspiration for this track came from a soul quest assigned to me through a training program from the new year to litha. the frame drum is made of moose skin and tendon, played under the ocean fog on a rainy night.
lyrics
if not for drums, the dance of fate would fall upon the seer
a dream in ochre, shades of slate, though all would disappear
we define the edge, but not this hand; the left I can't recall
to name the source would dull the blade, the “right” would only call
should the eyes of the dreamer reflect the eyes of the chosen crown
then the eyes of the dreamer won't feel it, even if it's ever found
they say it's not time but what you choose with what it seems you're given
“I caved this path, I placed these stones, I grew these bones I live in”
The British-Somali poet draws upon everything from leftfield folk to minimalist spoken-word, bound together by simple-yet-cutting wordplay. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 28, 2021