I wake to the day it is early and softly raining
The air is cool I have nothing to do, I'm happy
I dreamed of a hill. It had a cloud above it
And I'd like to find it again.
Lying alone while the light was breaking over
Turning around to the window and all of the shadows
Above it was bright, looking down upon me
A quiet night in my home
The way of the world is not the way of freedom
What is remains what is right through a change
To overcome and to be open
Without a fear to own.
Hypnotic night music on the latest from Assorted Orchids, with spiraling acoustic guitars and drifting, beatific vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 4, 2021