“Forward, towards that new sunrise,” he cried.
Thinking, just to himself, “I must leave this place before another night falls.”
He felt the warmth on his face and hands,
Felt the fire of novel plans,
And he stepped forward;
And he was sure
Of what we never are
That he left nothing behind.
“Onward!” he cried, as the sun sank low.
His boots slugged slow , mud tugged his toes, and yet he struggled on.
In his mind he saw fresh green and blue
Waiting with limbs wide open
Beyond the vast, dark peaks ahead;
And he was sure
Of what we never are
That he left nothing behind.
He had arrived, and he found all he had dreamed of and more.
Here was green and blue and pink, and he grinned as the wind blew thick with satisfaction.
But in the moonlight he grew restless,
In his gut an eager knot,
Eyes already gazing outward;
And he was sure
Of what we never are
That he would leave nothing behind.
Beautiful, graceful, unexpected musical plunges and leaps from the most serene strolls to the most violent thrashings: I like variety; this band can do it. Rick the Lamb
In Adrian Snood’s songs, soulful vocals and slow-moving alt-pop swirl together to create something distinctly moving. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 1, 2023