I don’t drink
I don’t smoke
I don’t need that sweet old-
Coat won’t keep me warm
I got my blood to pump that core
Inside of everything
And as I sing
The words fall out
My body’s breathing
They speak of something
That I’ve never heard
And I start thinking
I know this
I know how this works,
But it’s all in my head
If you were to ask me
I’d stand there dumbfounded
Another day, another age
Another time and place,
The earth the same as how she was,
A few more fucks but that's because,
I think I'm one, I think I own
I think above the land, behold
The land has built my own from souls of centuries ago.
So, come out god and show me what you have done-
When I say god I mean earth, I mean everyone-
Take back the ocean and show me where I have lived
Or simply tell me how come.
I don't spit and I don't chew,
And I don't go with that fog, it's doomed
And built to fall,
When I can see truth lines the walls
So I'll grab that drink
And grab my smoke,
Rebuild with my sweet love,
And that good old coat
They speak of something
That I’ve never heard
And I start thinking
I know this
I know how this works,
But it’s all in my head
If you were to ask me
I’d stand there dumbfounded
And I will knock, knock at that door
And I will find out so much more
Hauntingly beautiful “ambient-folk mini-epics” from Portland singer-songwriter/multimedia artist Dao Strom reflect on memory and identity. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 8, 2022