Last night I had a dream that I was flying
I dove into the palm of your hand
And all the restless winter streams were sighing
Made jealous by my storm across the land
They said when snow is fast falling 'long the treeline
My ghost is just a porchlight on the block
Coaxing silver aspen from the darkness
A moon that you have hidden in your clock
But oh my muse, I have so much to learn
In my burning youth
Talent’s just a dam to break
Like the lover and her vagabond
In the morning you will hear the fencewire ringing
Something in the hills has come to talk
If the rain is just my whisper at your doorstep
It is our passion that will pick the lock
So teach me how to sting them with a riddle
Just as babble from a beehive will erase
The hum of fools now stumbling past their fortune
I will bounce this broken tyrant with my ace
But oh my truth, I have so much to burn
With my yearning proof
Success is just a dam to break
Like a lover and her vagabond
When I met you on the mountain I was naked
I knew my knife was buried in the moss
You laid me down and told me just to listen
Now I will follow you regardless of the cost
And I swear to send my trouble down your trapline
In return your steam will fill my lungs
Then I will sing like bells across the heartland
Let me be taken when my work is done
But oh my sooth, I have so much to earn
With my learned couth
Fate was just a dam to break
Like the prophet who is here and then gone.
The Paris-based producer Isma collaborated with the Copenhagen-based Varnrable to create an album heavy on alt-soul and electronica. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 26, 2021
A dreamy collection of jazz-infused, lo-fi electronica musically interprets the effects of last year's devastating winter storm in Texas. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 17, 2022