Listen To This

Listen on Spotify: Listen on Apple Music: Words, music and video: You Talk Too Much Mastering: Eroc Cormorant Conversation It’s hard to end conversation there’s no rules there’s no map. It’s actually all quite scary. But somehow I always manage to escape. Traces are left after every talk, every cup that’s been drunk. I moved everything around, to find a new sound. To change my voice, to change my face. Not my face, face. But the face that you see. I broke it all down, every bone, and I started again. Connected all the parts, the wires, the chargers, the sources, and the words. I’m a part of this now, being swallowed by the mist that rises from the heat but exists only because of the cold. Like the bird that dives for food, not in its element, but a master of waves none the less. Staying for another cup, helps to dry your wings.