From my site on her bed I saw the picture she’d rised
Outside the window pane I saw them fly
In the view that’d been always more or less same
She had drawn on the linen what she’d find
She was my black-eyed being `though I never owned her, no
But what she found inside doors, closing us in
Her touch was made of pearls and her skin was very pale
And her moles grew constellations of our kin
When you wake to look outside
Will you know who drew the snow?
Have you felt your bones collide?
In her black hair where you’ve grown
And you feel her dirty hands
Reach out of your sleep
And if you reach the top
Will you strangle her there?
When you wake to look outside
Will you know who drew the snow?
Have you felt your bones collide?
In her black hair where you’ve grown
When you search your lonely linen
And you reach out to the left
And you find her body sleeping
And you feel your morning theft
This may be Nate Kinsella's "dad record," but the array of experimental sounds and soulful songs on offer evidence a new creative peak. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 23, 2024
Produced for a video installation of the same name. “Hometown” is full of mesmerizing, endlessly morphing electronic songs. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 16, 2023