Wasp sting
The first sign of spring
And there's so much there to love
Wind storm
Mosquito swarm
And the early scream of dawn
Yellow dust
The cement rust
And the humid stench of cars
Knees scabbed
The children laugh
To the woes of mourning doves
And when the grackles crawl
All along the ground
They know the value of
Food coming up for air
They'll make a plate of you
Underneath the uncaring sun
They'll make a plate of you
Long before you know you're gone
Wasting hours, it never meant that much to me
Wasting daylight, I never cared that much to see
A self-designed, simple-minded, invalid
A host of nations, all throughout the garden bed
Post-rock musician and World Within Worlds label head Lachlan R. Dale returns with his debut full-length, a suite of ambient explorations. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 27, 2024