To claim the open seas
Such possibilities
With wine and sacrilege
The voyage..the voyage
Our flags raised up to god
The heavens are enough
We'll find where the heart is fair
And we will pierce it there
Make the mornings stop and see
The shadows in our company
The whispers coming through the grass
The tauntings written on the glass
The calming of the salted breeze
The bathroom light in front of me
I will not be denied my post
I swear by ship and holy ghost
The beach, the sand
The red pills in my hand
The others, will wave to see my sails arrive
The faces on the shore
Matches my spotting apple-core
The others, will wave to see my sails arrive
And the seven men say I'm not there at all
Just in the apartment singing down the hall
I'm much more then they're seeing
The cross, the masthead
The waves breaking on my bed
Don't follow me to foreign lands
The nightstand creeks, the sirens sing
The arc of sanity
Don't follow me thru the pane of glass
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