The sun's gone away and returned to us. Today, it's even bothered to shine. Chalk it up in black on the ledger. It's not nothing, sweet child of mine. Sweet, smokey winds from the roastery, yellow buses in the turning lanes. Catching the notes in the counter kid's eye, jasmine and cayenne and cane. They're piping in the cellos and banjos to score the grand and clumsy ballet. Commuters, marathoners, and the critical mass, elbow-deep in the dirt of the day. With the bands all wide and humming, grids and cables all up and running, on a day so ripe, so stunning, ends out for the sacred something. So you've taken quite a stab at that atrophy, but this evening's almost writing itself. Your working vocal chords left the great indoors to join the denizens and sentinels. There's comfort in the rushing distortion, syncopating with the laughter and wine. Strutters and lifers and recovered satellites, see the city's never left you behind. With the bands all wide and humming, lush lovers all amok and running, on a night so ripe, so stunning, ends out for the sacred something.
credits
from TETHERS DOWN,
released December 4, 2015
Written, arranged, and performed by GNØER. Recorded and mixed at Pershing Hill Sound and Toxic Beware by Greg Elkins and GNØER. Design by Babies McGovern.