“The lunar landscapes of the Hindu Kush, as if borrowed from prehistory, seem still to wait for the arrival of the animal world, or perhaps to announce its end.” – Rene Dollot
“The way is to climb
the way is to lie still
and let the moon do its work on your body
and then to rise
through forests and oceans of lives
and through the way of the black rocks,
splitting, wide,
and flow
ten thousand miles.”
Well, I’ve had enough,
wasting my body, my life
I’ll come away, come away from the shallows
But can this sullen child,
as bound as the ox that I ride,
climb to the heart of the white wind,
singing, high,
and blow
through my frozen eyes?
supported by 27 fans who also own “South Col / The Snow Leopard”
absolutely love this record. shearwater having been a favorite of mine as I love stellar production and this seems like a natural extension of that sub-sub genre. Dr. J.M. McNulty