Your lips should be touching mine this very moment entangled in my dreams reaching for the heavens slipping between its seams..
past cloud 9 where fire-flies burn the night sky like a setting sun on a sunday evening relaxed to the sounds of crickets and wind gushing through the cracks of time or grains of sand slipping through a clenched fist, and the skyline always keeps its word and kisses the sea goodnight
Poet Douglas Kearney and composer/producer/drummer Val Jeanty link up for a a compelling LP that feels like the written word come to life. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2021