Field recording of Glanmore Lake, with voices of children with some kind of water imp sharing a stream of conscious...
lyrics
I'm hearing voices.
What can we do with voices?
What corporeal purpose do they have now?
We know flesh is useful
We can make instruments from it's skin
Make needles from bones for stitching
And use guts for the strings.
What was I saying?
Voices are harder to handle,
They escape us,
Bounce of surfaces,
Play par core with the environment,
Get caught in the air
And dragged else where
To places they were never meant to go
They join together like Lego.
Making constructs that don't even have working windows.
Anthropecenic voices cause extreme weather.
Even Anthropocenic breath erodes the rocks in these parts
And strips the mountain sides of heather.
Too many of these voices
And pollinators decline
To comment,
Trees lose free speech
And the birds
Fall Silent.
Voices are used like stepping stones,
Which turn into bridges and then walls,
With layers of compressed ideas
Which can accidentally
Even divide Loved Ones.
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