fever head her
birch song wind
russet leaves dead
sleet ticktaps pines
as she stands strong
hear her, hear her
under the wood
alder sap & painted
hear her, hear her
underdark
underwood
shadowsonged
fever head her
blackthorn pricks
stone the river run
river under ice
and brambles strong
hear her...
5 responses to “hear her”
I like this one🙂🕴
Thank you, Ted. I’m playing around with lyrical elements again — picked up my very old, very crappy bass guitar this morning, laid out a few drum lines on repeat after writing it. It didn’t take long to realize that I had neither the calluses nor the muscle tone to play bass anymore — especially on such a crappy POS. But… this was on my mind while I noodled around.
I felt this like an ancient Chant. Great writing.
Thanks Chris. All this listening to darkwave/coldwave/postpunk has got my head wrapped up in lyrical elements again, which has probably influenced that chant feel. You know how it is…
Absolutely!