I came upon it before dawn
It was when the night was absolute
The gate was open, I’d been hoping
For an alternate route
Where I could run, where I could ride
Where I could leave my things outside
Neatly laid in dappled shade
Where beautiful wildflowers roll and rivers stroll
You came knocking,
You’d been rocking all your troubles to sleep
The door admitted you, you’d acquitted yourself true,
You carried nothing fit to keep
Now you can run, now you can ride
Now that you left your things outside
Where aspens abound
In the soughing sound
Of breezes brushing the trees’ fineries
John Cage’s and James Joyce’s whispered voices
Come creeping along the fence
They want back in, they went out for a spin,
They make no excuses and no sense
They only run, they only ride
They only left some clues outside
In the pines, where wooden signs
Weathered by the wind and rain
Still remain
The instrumental ensemble Dt/IG straddles the line between folk and classical, stirring acoustics augmented by sumptuous arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 29, 2023