You destroyed the roots, you tore at the tendons
You left that family tree gasping and sputtering
You burnt the trunk and the soil begged
to quench it's thirst with something more than salt and ash
Brother hold on, hold on to that trunk
The wind is strong but hold on, hold fast
I can't carry you anymore,
but I'll do my best to keep you grounded
You stripped it of it's leaves and you stripped it of it's fruit
You hold it's life, you hold it's seeds, deep in your chest
I'll hold the seed, I'll hold the strength, all of it in my hand
but there is only so long we can hold our breath
You destroyed the roots, you tore at the tendons
You left that family tree gasping and sputtering
You burnt the trunk and the soil begged
to quench it's thirst with something more than salt and ash
salt and ash
and if this life is just a series of gestures
we're constantly led to the river to die of thirst
and if this life is just your overcompensations
we're force fed to starve
brothers in blood, strangers at best
failures in name and you'll be the keeper of that
brother I am no keeper I said
I search this world for no saviors the same
brother I am no keeper
and I will not be buried with this name
The aptly-named Floating in Space write songs as big as the night sky, misty layers of synth dotted with rolling, elegiac piano. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 17, 2016
From L.A. comes the latest from post-rock outfit bondo, with tendrils of spindly guitar snaking through arid percussion. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 4, 2023