When you were thrown, to the wolves
I tried to save you, but my heart was in repose
And please take with you, this piece of fragile gold
For my jewels they lay here on the altar
Safely hidden from your rapture
When they drove the stake into you
I saw your body it was hollow through and through
And I don’t need faith to know that I can still see you
For I died with you in this rapture
Our bodies slain here on the altar
When you were small, they wrote lines on the wall, that said you’re nothing at all
And the capture, of your dreams, and the rapture and the scream, and your body’s still next to me.
When you died, everyone knew your name
Your body and face carved out in a deliberate frame
And we all surrendered to this deep impending shame
For we died with you in this rapture, our bodies slain here on the altar
When you were small, they wrote lines on the wall,
That said you’re nothing at all
And the capture, of your dream, and the rapture, and the scream, and your body’s still next to me
This is a totally mesmerizing album. It;s really special, and feels like a beautiful melancholic painting (if that makes any sense). Amongst singer-songwriters, very few have such a distinctive style of there own. richardschouten
Proceeds from this excellent new darkambient/neofolk comp from LEFT/FOLK goes to benefit American Near East Refugee Aid. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 10, 2024