bow down kids, to your ruler
hail the things the others desire
dig through dear mother's chores
keep the wills that don't belong
in thy pocket
take and then hide it
heed your arms and carve the walls
weed out the harmless little calls
stand still as summer sings
the fall of thy beloved kin
the time you paid with solid gold
the weight you heaved with broken bones
do weep and cry
do weep and cry
feast on the lion's biggest share
leave the young ones the littlest hares
flood the pool to the brim
the screaming souls you should've been
saving with the hands so red
swallow whole the guts instead
of weeping and crying
just weep and cry
places it has been, people it has seen;
wrath was given to the appalled
had it known of the dawn it lives in
comes to the edge in the light of it all.
Culled from unreleased recordings from her recent "Light Sleep" and "Voice Hardcore" releases, Hiromi Moritani's latest showcases the softer, less harrowing side of Phew’s sound Bandcamp Album of the Day Sep 2, 2020