Dusk, you can hear the birds settle down to sleep in the background.
The text was made with the field-recording as prompt for semi-automatic writing.
lyrics
At night the flashlight.
Looming, Gloaming,
Sweeping, scouring,
Shuddering over the vale.
The farmer lamplighting a fox.
It really is unfair
And so common.
I knew someone who was lamplit for years
And totally unaware.
Nobody noticed either,
That she was being undermined.
They couldn't see a snare of cruel filters,
Barbed comments,
Restrictions and barriers
Wound around her young mind.
The weaponry was homespun.
Improvised devices.
Guilt, flattery, confusion.
Simple homemade recipes.
It took a long time to tunnel her way out.
The perpetrator often doesn't know what they're doing.
So they say.
All we needed was a word for it.
Now I am witness to some lamplighting across the way.
Ripping up the thick pelt of night.
Should I intervene?
I'm afraid.
Should I let it continue?
Of course I will pray.
She might find a way out.
Tell me, what would you do?
The duo of Artist Named You and Sol Galeano present their debut together, a conceptual and adventurous modern R&B album. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 26, 2022