Written, performed, and recorded by Ross Langdon Page. Additional audio sampled from Frances Weller (WECT).
lyrics
all my life i've lived
sticking to this tree
remember at the start
you feeded off of me
brushing up in breezes
making that sound
i made every season
when you were around
the fall i understood
swirling to the ground
landed in the river
not far from the mouth
taking all my friends
dispersing them
feel my skin softening
veins appearing thin
something's eating what came from the tree
fiber decomposing me
how's this chemistry leaving me so warm
parasite tendrils ripping me apart
ripping me apart
roots suspended in a gelatin
my brain is bobbing in it
resting heavy ever steady
progress is a huge commitment
it's easier here than it is on the surface
no feasible smear that you'll need to clean up
mastering death is a way to prove worth so just
lay on the bottom lest you need to come up
(stay here all the time that you need)
currently spun and i'm wrung to nothing
currently spun and wrung
currently spun and i'm wrung to nothing
tomorrows the day that i'll see the sun
Theo Tobias' vocals shine on this dynamic and delicate 4-track dose of melancholic indie rock from Manchester, England. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 11, 2016