This is the Season

February 5, 2022 4:11 AM

This is the second of my FAWM 2022 pieces. Kind of a doom/prog/folk thing. Witch rock. Momcore.

Had the basic riff come to me a few years ago on guitar, but translating it to Rhodes made the whole song gel. Lyrics courtesy of a close collaboration between me and my dear fiend and spiritual advisor: the Bishop of Bantercurry

(friends call them "That Bish")


The prominent tree holds no mystery to me
And I live in the inverted woods
The shackles and chains of the last vernal rains
Rub my nose in the dry summer soot

The rusty tire iron has broken my spine
And I crawled a malevolent mile
I have vomited roads and squashed forest toads
And nearly choked on my bile

This is the season where we hamstring reason
And Fly

The crescent is crimson alongside Her rims
And Her center a sickening white
Her power will swell but you never can tell
Whether She yearns to kiss or to smite

This is the season where we hamstring reason
And Fly

posted by transitional procedures (1 comment total)

That middle rhodes break is really satisfying. Also, I kinda want to live in the "invented woods."
posted by ignignokt at 1:28 PM on February 11, 2022 [1 favorite]

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