Mort
Taking you down
Deep down
Into the roots
Into the void
Where all the bones
Were once born
Bones
Blowing so sound
Song broken
Into the crowns
Into the skies
Where our guardians
Were once born
The bones of Mort...
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A collection of six songs written between Gozo and Serdica that were shouting repeatedly, long and persistently enough that I had no other choice but to release them this year, one calendar digit earlier than I had initially planned. They are a stepping stone. A non-definitive release bordering on an identity of a demo. A culmination of a year long writing of the bones musick that explores the realms of Mort. His entrails, his spirals and his depths. His mystery. The source of all pre-idealistic forms, where the darkness had once dreamt of being penetrated by the light. The sounds born in the land of the sun that never wears a mask of clouds. So curiously. Speaking to me at length about the Void. Womb warm and sperm happy.