In my dreams there's a house
Set as wide as the plains
It's a simmering sight when I catch its dim light through the rain
Though its walls they stand tall
The wind cuts right through
It'll make still the tide but you have to decide what to do
It'll unspin the thread 'til the face of the meadow is blue
As the fog settled in
We were out on the swing
With a chill in the air as you whispered of terrible things
And the stories I told
They were some of them true
Our two paths did collide and we had to decide what to do
Can't unsay what I said 'til the breath of the meadow is blue
In my dreams there's a house
Set as wide as the plains
And my grandaddy said that the plans could be read in the grains
And it's empty and clean
Never dust on the loom
It springs up from the sight of the pale morning light in your room
All the leaves will glow red and the arms of the meadow will bloom
Percussionist and sound artist Riccardo La Foresta joins musician and producer James Ginzburg for a fluid collaborative experiment. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 4, 2024