Whispers hang from the branches
Echoes come up from the mines to the sky
This whole land is breathing
This whole land it aches
But we all see in it what we want to
We all hear what we want
As for me, I want to stretch out on the washboard of the morning
I want to stay out all night
I want to see the stars reflected in your stepladder eyes
I want to break into the garden and run 'til it gets too cold to run
But I guess I'm seeing what I want to
I guess I want what I hear
Just like Noah on the 27th day
Just like Magellan, we all make our way
Most of us to an island like a sepulcher in the dawn
Some to a field of olive trees that folds into itself and is gone
Me I think to a dusty road always coming to another hill
One farmhouse hazy in the distance
And I'm hoping that it will come to me like a flower
Come to me like a bird
Rest on my mind like a sermon and I won't forget a word
But I know I'm just seeing what I want to
And we all want what we hear
The instrumental ensemble Dt/IG straddles the line between folk and classical, stirring acoustics augmented by sumptuous arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 29, 2023
Gorgeous fingerstyle guitar playing from this Portland, Oregon musician that captures the spirit of American Primitive in dazzling detail. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 30, 2021