Steaming chamber: the fog is heavy
Wipe the mirror, the drops leave a trail.
In that looking glass, he sees a person he
Can’t connect with for lines and for grey.
Laying forgotten in a dusty drawer:
Drawings, papers, blue ink from a dream.
Lock the door tight, reset the pattern:
Detached, and pushing those memories away.
Run, run, run, run away…
Inching forward, chirps the guidance:
Expect delays as happens each day.
Rearview mirror catches glimpses:
An old man furrowed, remembering a tale.
Once a young boy, dreamt of flying:
Falling to Earth after chasing the Sun
Shaking head forgets; but there’s something, it’s
Gnawing, clawing, no mouth but it wails…
On the seas grow winds and shadows.
Make a penance, gather remnants.
Wake the morrow, pay off what’s owed.
Rise at long last; take this last chance
Water rushing from the bottom:
This sinking coffin of plastic and steel.
For these comforts: signed a blood oath,
Sacrificed all the futures for here.
Run, run, run, run away…
Break the glass and swim for day
Be baptised, saved, run far away…
When the darkness falls, run away
When you hear doubts call, run away
When the clock has stalled, run away
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