The world is melodrome
Fool for thought
Whatever spell she had
Fell to not a word
To be heard
Evidence was a style withheld
Once, in a way of legaldom, foretold
Born of shadows ‘cross the field
Take one feathered look-
What was the sight of her song in the marrow?
Another gaze, sapped of strength and
All too undone- in display, cast away
Each card to the ground and told all,
All was gone
The world is melodrome
Oh, food once thought
Whatever sell she had
Fell to not a word
To be heard
The latest from Oakland’s AhMerAhSu presents orchestral versions of previous works, all of them rich, moving, and soulful. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 5, 2019
This is the first in a series of weekly album reviews published by Andrew Dubber. If you haven’t already caught it, please check out his introductory post. There’s been talk of an 80s revival of one sort or another since long before the 80s even came to an end. Some long for the angular rhythms … Continue reading Album of the Week: Laminate Pet Animal → Bandcamp Album of the Day Oct 28, 2011