Words rising off of the land
Like a mist, Like a bird in hand
And i was stirred
Now i know who i am
I’m the prince of this volcanic ash
And i’m a kingfisher
Words took up the pain in my life
They sang of my son
Sang of my perfect wife
And my muse was no thunderclap
Shes a small bird
She is no more than that
And i’m a kingfisher
On this black rock, no crops may grow
But words take on a bittersweet flow
And now I know what i am
I’m the prince of this volcanic ash
And i’m a kingfisher
Of the palm wine we drank
In the sacred pool we swam
We took up our prayers to the foreign lords and danced
Of the palm wine we drank
In the sacred pool we swam
We took up our prayers to the fallen lords and danced
The Chicago indie-rock trio deliver an album for remembering the revitalizing feeling of inhaling fresh air—the aural equivalent of a gleam of hope Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 20, 2020
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