Gustgather from Windskein by Selfling Vail & Zovi

Spin us a tale of the wings of our heart
Spin us our tails and our wings and our art

From what we'll find
In the threaded skies
To our minds
That loom beyond what lies

We will have our freedom
We will have our freedom
We will have our freedom
On the gust gathered just for us

Spin us a tale of the wings of our heart
Spin us our tails and our wings and our art

On the gust gathered just for us
On the gust gathered just for us
On the gust gathered just for us
On the gust gathered just for us

With a finely thread feather
Weave the flock, loom to wander
Measured, painful pulls the matter
From the egg to the wing-rest
Go forth birdling, gather meaning
The sky gusts to time, weatherwearing
And if time catches you mid-flight
Downfall into soft grasses

• Experimental
• ambient electronic
• avant-garde
• avant-pop
• electronic
• theatrical
• New York