Only the birds roam the streets now
Silence the stranger reigns
Nothing to be got or gained
Only but shadow work waits
Nothing to be got or gained
As we behold the parade
On our ghostly terrain
Where we once stood
Where we once stood
I’ve never been to the precipice
And nor have you
What is it to bathe in an eerie bliss
What is the darkest depths of the blue
That you’ve ever seen
Only in Eden could it grow this green
But if we are to trade in truth
To be alone
Is to be alone with you
When the Yule season rolls around, I am hopeful that some thoughtful souls will silence the all-too-commonplace holiday jingle-jangle in the room and allow sufficient space and stillness to play — and •listen• to — this most etherial take on a classic German carol. Philip David Morgan
This wild experimental artist from Chicago uses electric kazoos, tape loops, and more to craft far-out, wonderfully confounding songs. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 15, 2021