With my face lit by sun
Running from canyons
And my feet pointed straight towards home
Not just another summer day alone
With a face of fear and sweat,
And dirt in my lungs
My brother bleeding where I left him
'Til help could come
Is there any way that you could help me out right now?
Oh, great father
I know I've never truly prayed until right now
But what good is a doctor
My family used to settle on Mojave's grounds
Speak to me, speak to me
The voices of a past generation sound
And I'm forever grateful, I'm forever awed
I'm forever grateful, I'm forever awed
Don't you worry brother
I would die for you
He said, "Go get father,
head west with haste the sun sets soon"
Benoît Pioulard continues his series of diary-entry albums with this trio of songs, the proceeds from which will go to his medical expenses. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 27, 2016
A trio of lovely, moody, ambient songs from Benoit Pioulard, full of soft shadow and cottony textures, perfect for early-morning listening. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 25, 2016