From the midst of the winter
I will lead you to spring --
Every home needs an altar;
every year fills a hole with the dead.
(how the once fallow field
may divinely exchange sweat for bread -- )
| Out among the rocks and snakes
| I'm laying down:
| "It's more fun to live with trouble
| than without ..."
On a long narrow road
we will play hide and seek with the moon --
Perfect seeds buried deep
though the surface be still as the tomb.
(all await being born
an ordeal that can come none too soon -- )
From the mouth of our cave
I will show you a bird blocks the sun --
If they spoke we would tremble
but they teach not in language alone.
(how the uncharted world
is a word once inscribed on a stone -- )
| Out among the rocks and snakes
| I'm laying down:
| While castles fall and kings are toppled
| all around ...
| You can see that awful cloud
| that forms ahead:
| But inside the hearth is dry
| and warm the bed ...
wasn't sure what to expect when I picked this album up, I had only heard the first song but it was n-y-p so I got it anyhow. After listening through it at least 100 times in the last couple days, I can say with confidence that if there's every a re-release on the cassettes I'd get it in a heartbeat. Willow Barbeau
Juggling art rock, chamber folk, and bedroom pop, Obscura Hail's double EP charts vast stylistic terrain with confidence and ease. Bandcamp... New & Notable Oct 28, 2020