Our spirits will rise in the morning
made paler like dust in the light
our spirits will rise in the morning
made paler like ghosts in the light
I smell the worry in your clothes
I hear the echo of another time
I dreamed your hands were blind to me-
kindly, but empty
four-eyes too bright to see
taken from quilts and playthings nightly
you always swore to me
nothing we dreamed would stand for the morning
but seeing you sweat like that
carries my fears from dusk into waking
our spirits will rise in the morning
made paler like smoke in the light
our spirits will rise in the morning
made paler like ghosts in the light
you gave me a hat to hide my hair
lent me a tail to wear
a song to sing in the morning
I left the place you could reach me
but no one could teach me defenses
I was born skinless, unsealed
leaking and shaking and noiseless
That song you brought to me
caught in my throat years and years before breaking
trapped in a slurry of things
that slipped from my mouth without warning
so I stood up too fast
everything drained and the floor was beneath me
given to spells where the horizon and stars seem to meet
given one pivot point the light of the stars track a perfect circle
and having passed through our tests we knew once and for all, for ourselves,
that the earth was round
and we, dizzy, were part of it again
little dust of skin on your hands could be silicate, delicate, rock-spun
aren't we a test of time, left hand pressed in right?
“Dirt” is the imaginative group’s most streamlined effort to date, although no less captivating and sonically adventurous than the rest of their catalog. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 30, 2018
Every sound here is made using Megan Mitchell's voice, even though the music often sounds more like Earth’s vibrations than a human singing. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 28, 2023