Look. Red dirt trail and a stream.
Listen. Rain crushes down banana leaves. Butterflies pat their wings.
Now count the rings on the old tree at the door. How many years have passed now?
Logs no longer gather and stack behind a wall. The hot spring dried out. Some birds are still nesting on the rooftop. The cabin’s locked.
lyrics
In and out of the woods
Red dirt trails, the stream
A bridge,
Lying in the mountain’s hands
In front of me
Am I forgetting?
I tried to wear the lake on my back
Flip my wings
Run, run
Down a swirling road
into a tree hollow
Back in my cabin
Rolling, rolling
Sounds beneath my feet
Growing, growing
Lost breath
in the wind
Rain pours up
Down
Crushes banana
leaves a thunder
Butterflies away
from their valley home
Drifters
Back in my cabin
Rolling, rolling
Sounds beneath my feet
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French singer-songwriter Sophia Djebel Rose makes shadowy, minimal psych-folk with magnetic and immediate emotional connection. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 29, 2022