I had crossed through the crowd
marching all around me
voices shuffling loud
the sunburnt hills behind me
the apple trees had blossomed, all lines along the wine-dark sea wall sides
and the fruits fed the children as they dove
perclumsean blue streakerd all above
parents swept as we carved out a new grove for the horses and cattle and kittens and doves
we had a way: felt it in our calves, prayers swelling in our mouths to speak the silent letter
i spent the afternoon without a center as the train shutters into the station
This is thoughtful and melancholy, but not morose -- there is hope in its sheer beauty. Her sensitivity as an arranger and producer is as impressive as her songwriting and singing; the whole album has a lovely sense of texture and space. Joe Madden