Pilgrim, wanderer, roamer of the road.
Where have you been, since you went away?
And how do you keep track of all you've failed?
Well, here you stand. A ragged beauty, unfamiliar.
With no song to sing. You haven't gotten far without me.
Long to hide you, lest I find you,
Crushed beneath your strengths, you are the Frankenstein. (The Frankenstein).
Now I know your name, but can we bring you back to life?
Brush stroking my masterpieces, in imaginary lines.
Hide the thinker, free the maker, fall back to the right.
Feet for me to walk on, passed down flesh and bone.
Hands that I must borrow, do deeds that I must own.
Well here I stand, the loneliest of your creations.
There's no pain I feel, but bearing the truth in mind.
Long to hide you, lest I find you,
Monster
I am a monster.
Brush stroking my masterpieces, imaginary lines.
Hide the thinker, free the maker. Fall back to the right.
Recorded at home, Six Organs of Admittance's 21st album upholds Ben Chasny's reputation for experimental psych-folk excellence. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 25, 2024