Leslie Sigh from Matchbook Sermons by AshChoir

The air finally clears, but the dust still hangs. We spent a few nights just letting that old Leslie *breathe* itself out in the corner of the studio, trying to catch every last shudder. What you hear is Sister Lucille pushing the Hammond to its slowest cough, letting chords stretch thin, almost transparent. The Reverend’s murmurs settle in, capturing the residue of revelation. An aural landscape of exhaustion unfolds, brushed snares caught through phone mics giving it a real worn-out feel, like a memory half-forgotten. The initial reverse chorus creates this weird, ghostly intake, pulling you back before any words even hit. It’s an innovative way to paint a picture of coming undone, then slowly putting yourself back together, ready for whatever’s next. That post-chorus flute sample just floats in, a final, fragile hope settling the nerves.

Tracklist

10.	Leslie Sigh	3:59

Lyrics

Alive breathe we; sigh Leslie the let alive
Inside trapped still vows cradle moans slide inside
Alive lungs teach sparks yet score keeps ash alive
Inside drifting steer hum faint this hold inside

Regret hangs loose where Leslie pulses slow
Brushed snares sweep lungs, erasing grief to dust
Marlboro counts coughs that echo soft and slow
Lucille lets cords unravel into dust
Rail sirens murmur inside the tremor slow
Choose flare or forfeit now; I pawn breath for dust

Let the Leslie sigh aloud, we breathe alive
Slide moans cradle vows still tangled inside
Ash keeps score, yet sparks teach weary lungs alive
Hold this faint hum, steer the drifting ache inside

Flute sample drifts, cooling coal to clear
Breaths sync in hush, we pull tomorrow near

Alive breathe we, sighs Leslie in reverse
Sparks fold to sleep, til our hush lifts the curse
Rewind this hymn, let ember vowels reverse
First blush now hums proof: shared ash is no curse

Credits

from Matchbook Sermons, released September 3, 2025

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