Here a hen pecks the afterbirth of a stillborn lamb--
with a pitchfork I remove the dead.
Despite the light now of spring, a dearth of life on the land,
and I turn earth to make his bed.
Once henpecked in the marriage hearse, twice shy; but understand:
the fowl song, too, can fill one's head.
Despite the depth now of sleep, I thirst for one strong reprimand.
I aimed to find truth but dreamed instead
that I nursed the blood of a bowing sumac;
you nursed the baby, and the nursery rhymes were sung out from full lungs, a heaving breast--
when the milk was spilled,
who could do but cry?
***
Elegance or solvents, or whatever it is you down to fake a smile:
Your face flushed, O red, red rose.
May the heavens absolve you, and your ablutions at the basin prove worthwhile,
and may you never know again the biting cold of my fears.
Seraphim or herons, or whatever it is whose wings will dry your tears...
Your breast heaves in this brief unknown
May my hands remind you that touch is proof enough of a life made dear--
But go now: close, eyes, close.
We're as empty as a poor pantry.
We're wine-lees, a warehouse of breezes,
old industry, dead language degrees.
The flesh of our own uncertainty.
credits
from The Warp/The Weft,
released May 12, 2013
Shane Murphy – Vocals, Guitar
Chris Pellnat – Guitar, Additional Vocals
Christian John Laura – Drums
David Andersen – Bass, Additional Vocals
Additional Musicians:
Jenn Russell – Vocal Harmonies
Written by Shane Murphy
Produced, Recorded, and Mixed by David Andersen at New Creek Recording, Saugerties, New York
Mastered by Joe Phillips at WildCat Recording, Massena, New York
Blending traditional and avant-garde styles, the warmth of a good wool sweater and the sometimes-bleak cold of an upstate
winter, the progressive folk and psychedelia that the band brings to bear is propelled by poetic lyrics and a "spirit-conjuring" lilting tenor that prompted psych-folk legend Tom Rapp (of Pearls Before Swine) to ask, "Can I have your voice when you're through with it?"...more