Back from the edge to the drawing board
When the vision grew tired and the fire cold
Our lines begin to fray so we leave them
Ten years from the seed but the husk survived
With malformed words to construct a crude alibi
The call as clear as day, none home to heed it
Post-integrity
No space left free
Myths recovered
False necessity
Conscience picked clean
We sign our own release
Back from the breach where the scars were sewn
Kept count, played out, patterned to bore
Exceptions end the rule, shelter from a sickness
In the distance a bed of excuses laid
Lost a reason to measure, destroyed the gauge
Few compelled to move with no threat of a witness
Post-integrity
No space left free
Myths recovered
False necessity
Conscience picked clean
We sign our own release
No intent in a backslide
No heartbeat to mark time
No plateau without a flatline
Outrunning our outrage
Understanding but unfazed
Inventing the next stage
Well-rounded like zeros
Talking up our symptoms
Muted in our burn out
From the ashes born another stranger
Lightening the load
Tired from the chore
Over thinking
Childlike yet uncanny, the Warsaw composer's seven-track suite draws connections between modern classical and experimental jazz. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 20, 2023