I come to you, with an ardent heart,
from a country of dusty birds,
from a land where the nightingale is hoarse,
and song-birds have grown dull and coarse,
and girls are prostitutes without choice,
and even babies have drugged voices:
this is where I live now.
(…)
I come from an unprotected region
where the swallows are thin and poor;
from a country cursed by contrary winds
where even the youngest are paper thin
and tossed in the streets from door to door
blown about without even a guarantor:
this is where I live now.
(…)
I don't fear the taste of this bitter life
but a flower has soured in my heart;
it has made me inured to the taste of gall.
See that woman drawing near, so thin and pale?
Tell her that I'm worried about her breath,
for it lacks the composure borne of faith
in this place where I live now.
There are no roses here,
no nightingales left anymore:
It's a land where even the swallows
have grown thin and poor,
where the bird of the heart is unprotected,
without any guarantor.
Described as “an ecological history of humanity,” this sparse, tense suite of songs perfectly balances melody and chaos. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 28, 2018