Omenphee
Take a look at the wild tree
So thin and dull and friendly
Beware of his spoken horses
All its roots are dreadful backstabbers
And all its leaves like childish prospects
His trunk is a tough slain running out of time
And its branches try to catch what has never been told
Like smoked hopes in a steam of desertion
Or two tiny etchings in the heart of a glow
Two stretched things pointing out the marrow
A dive in dark fear, blind faith and division
For sick pale joy, sleepwalkers in full bloom
The grief of the fir tree is the nails
He'd dig him in way before the glimpse
A collection of tracks from the singer and multi-disciplinary artist's 111 collaboration series, featuring KMRU, Laraaji, and others. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 25, 2024