I could not love you enough
All I had cut was in the rough
Given to the stone I will not grow
Given to the page I will not know
Everywhere I go, I want to be
Every single person that I see
Scratch all of their surface
Down to me;
Could I ever get it down to you?
In the wash I could only see
The black sash wrapped around your tree.
All of your life comes in leagues.
Grow down, sister!
When I saw I had nothing to offer,
Maybe it was then I was free
To love well the dirt under my feet
To know close the sky over the trees
NYC polymath Wells develops rich, layered modern-classical compositions into reflections on queerness, climate change, and the AIDS crisis. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 18, 2022
A visceral LP centered on the subject of death; deft layers of instrumentation that blurs the line between organic and electronic. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 5, 2018