Having heaved myself
From somewhere on high
Not nearly high enough
On more than enough rope...
I am smoking
Resigned to smoking
Resigned to aerial
Tin pan alley music of spoons
Tootle of horns
I am poised
I am kneeling down
Down
Down
Down
(The poet)
Mark this: here is a creature
Only found in the woods at night
Curled up round crawling roots
That have found their way
Above ground
Twisting ruined fingers
Round a ruined stone
Here is a creature
Would break our hearts like twigs
(Sans love
Sans potions)
Wind me up
And I totter
Talking about myself
Crying for mercy
The best of everything
Watched by the wind
Wheeling
One eyed
One eyed
One eyed
(I am whirled away
Like a sinister empty hat and coat)
Pulsing drones give way to disarming melodies on the new one from Ophtalmologist, with all the deep-sea spookiness the title implies. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 22, 2023
M'berra is a collective of Malian musicians living in the M’berra refugee camp in Mauritania and Khalab, an Italian electronic producer. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 23, 2021