When the world that I know loses all but its name
Known distance to another from a prison frame
A loss incurred
No credits earned
but we can cope
When there is nothing to shelve, nothing to arrange
Seize on ephemera to silence the brain
Gather it like scattered family, beg for calmer air
Scavenge through dreams, recede from care
A loss incurred
No credits earned
but we can cope
Message to the tracker: we know we're home
The dirt was swept out, the path has been burned
Not locked by town, not bound by blood
Free like a disease, like the dawn, so come on
Childlike yet uncanny, the Warsaw composer's seven-track suite draws connections between modern classical and experimental jazz. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 20, 2023