Valley from Foragers EP by The Amillennials

A cabin they had built upon a hilltop wreathed in mist
With the Spanish moss like prayer ropes on the Rhododendron wrists
I pulled on the twine that had served them as a latch
To find a name carved in the cross beam and a mystery in the ash

Later on I found a song upon the trail we walked long
Like a pulpit made of rock, like a war room full of hawks
I was there in my mind again
When you took me hand
Led me back to land

I just sit back and think now
The wilderness is less
Than even when I was cast out
I only lash out when tied to the mast now
I’ve outgrown my glass house, I’m ready to be smashed now
I’ve been sprinting and squinting
I’m ready to shed my mask now
I’ve grown taller than the past now
Or so I pray until I pass out
But I feel Joy

• Experimental
• Spoken Word
• drone
• electroacoustic
• experimental electronic
• orthodox
• Grand Rapids