Hold this position now.
Don't fall to pieces if you lose control.
We haven't come all this way,
to speak of "conscience", and just let go.
Tell tales, inspire; if you want to taste it.
You will have to play nice.
What begins as denial, turns to contempt for the mirror.
When the mirror won't lie.
Welcome home. We sure are glad to see you,
up and comfortable again.
Just know that this feeling is fleeting.
Desire, will pick your young heart bare.
Freed my
hands of the binds,
to hold myself down,
when I landed face down.
The voice I heard
That I sang
Was never mine.
We have come to see to it.
That you spread your wings again.
And fill the air around you with fire.
And if your lonely heart keeps you lit.
Then we will keep you lit.
Dreams, are what comes
of what you make them.
A thought to come, a seed to sow.
A voice starting out like whisper, coming louder and louder and louder and louder now.
You cannot unhear it, by your habit
or even calculation
This voice is inside you, to silence it is to Silence all yourself.
We have come to see to it.
That you spread you wings again.
And fill the air around you with fire,
And if a lonely heart keeps you lit.
Then we will keep you lit.
We will keep you lit.
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