Identified, Defined
Through cyclical separation
Deep breath, slow death
A hole in my chest
An empty severed head
When vision’s an outward gaze
Focas fades and blurs
Reflections tend to lend themselves
To the rippling of the water
Travel en masse
Vast and wide
Just to be all alone again
Internal hurt, eternal thirst
We must learn to earn ourselves
An open weeping wound
May be used as a healing tool
But the blade may be removed
And wielded as a weapon
Will we wander our whole lives
Wondering what could be
Will we ever be set free
From this tension and release
The gap that passion strives to bridge
Sets the same flame that makes it burn
And extended empty hand
Holds the holy nothing to be learned
Three fantastic albums in a row! And not a single miss! There is a strong sense of hope in this album and its so refreshing to listen to. Pick up this album if you can and dance along, its a wonderful time :) catdog
A timeless album from one of the all time folk punk greats. I am so grateful for Pat the Bunny having blessed mine and so many other's with their music! This album will always be here for me. junehenryfan4lyfe
The Belgian duo use violin, banjo, gongs and bird calls to create looping, gentle songs that mimic the ambience of the natural world. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 28, 2021