watched a fire once
it got out of control burned down
the western mountain range
of a dry heart choked
the blood with ash
and smoke
caused damage
to every home
i am a belvedere i
command a view
look out from my peak
upon a panoramic you yr
volcanic parts flecks of
granite and gneiss that
weathered and formed through time
the contours of your face
sending it up
a clarion call
i'll consider it all
i'll consider it all
got a line on the wind voice of
foxes and pines soft languages
quietly loaning words to
mine the syllables of
joy or the inflection
of hope forming a thought
in the yawning mouth of a tongue-
tied dope who cannot
capture the sky who can't
will rivers to flow but who
remembers it's helpful to
write the kinds of things
you know who catches fire
at yr touch and who won't
be contained visible for
miles through thunderstorms and rain––––
sending it up
a clarion call
i'll consider it all
i'll consider it all
The UK upstarts' debut veers from sunny, psychedelic folk to bristling post-punk with reckless abandon without ever missing a beat. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 18, 2024