It was morning: cloudy morning
Many years past, and time was a loop.
Make your choices, and keep your voice down, and
Work your square of this dirt and this mud.
Raise your eyes up, you see a sparrow,
Floating weightless; a wing on the wind.
Blink to bounce back; the day has ended
In your ears hear the rush of your blood.
Run, run, run…
Racing river: watch a leaf weave
A lonely wanderer, riding the rain.
Is it powerless, and is it wanting, or
Can it change how it cruises the stream?
From above here, you stop your walking and
See it simply could drift to the shore.
But in roiling, it’s drifting helpless — it
Cannot see the world for the seas.
Run, run, run, run away…
Nightly ritual: brushing, scrubbing
Wash away all the dust of the day.
In the morning, begins another
An ostinato, an eternal motif.
Made your choices, kept your voice down,
You put away all your childish things.
See the window, and set reminder to
Call a man out to trim down that tree.
The latest from NY’s David Nagler is a stirring chamber-folk record with rich instrumentation and vivid, evocative lyrics. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 7, 2022