Flanks of buildings, cement shoulders
Crack and freckle as it comes.
Lucent gilding to our windows
And I witness bridges wake.
Could I wail back to that distance?
Filled foundations want your hand.
Vivid landings carry over.
Colors run, we understand.
But we'll be here, once ascended,
Almost touching where we stand.
We've got all this in the meantime.
credits
from Your Last Home,
released June 9, 2017
music and lyrics by noll griffin
acoustic guitar and electric guitar: noll griffin
viola: babyalligator
Introspective pop songs with transcendent melodies offer a joyful meditation on staying present in a world that often moves too fast. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 16, 2023