take me by my hand
grab me, pull me
out of this house
trail me drag me outside
give me a skin, cover my flesh
with your deep love
and put some words in my ears
under waiting, blossom-less trees
I am stretched to death
for I longed so much
too much , for peace
now! take me.. (etc.)
jump in spring,
jump into death
of summer, leave and let my body
drift on september
and then, I'll tear my time
out of your book,
(forgive me)
bit learn how I'll return:
transformed at harvest-dusk,
when the grave earth-night
sucks light out of the sun
and when good old mother-moon
above her pale, pale loam:
expects her run a run a runaway's
expects her run a run a runaway's
to come come back home
to come come back home
from war (or whatever big men do)
war! (or whatever big men do,
stretched to death
for they longed so much,
too much for peace)
wrapped some stuff in cellophane and left...
I locked, the door of my house,
I locked it twice, locked it,
well shut now,
all inside is wrapped now,
and left now: in cellophane,
in cellophane,
till next year,
my dear,
dear
credits
from f* and demo,
track released December 25, 2012
Florian de Backere (vocals, lyrics and melodies)
Bart de Vrees (drums, percussions and beats)
Wilbert Bulsink (keyboards and harmonies)
Sebastiaan Pos (sound engineer and mix)
Stark, slightly spooky songs from this Asheville musician, with guitars as bare as winter trees and eerie, distant vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 16, 2021