sleep
a pillow of cold rocks
a tight wooden box
a firm earthen bed
dead child dead
a mouthful of sand
tiny white hands
a young poplar root
grasp my foot
but there oh there above
a swarm of flies drones
the beast once loved
comes digging the bones
but no scream
the blue tongue curling numb
oh in that sleep
what dreams may come
a place
where no sun beams
the scattered dreams
the small broken birds
the songs unheard a pillow of cold rocks
a tight wooden box
a firm earthen bed
sleep sleep, sleepyhead
I have to restrain myself from being too effusive about 'Anyway, Still'. This is truly unique music of beautiful, beguiling power which resonates long after each listen. A true gift. I'll be eagerly awaiting all subsequent releases. Thank you Exit North. musicconnection
Backed by a trio of jazz musicians, the Taiwanese singer-songwriter develops physical landscapes as a vehicle for stunning sound poetry. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 3, 2024