Give yourself up to what's cold and crisp
Give yourself up to what's hot and dry
Give yourself up in the humidity
In the ether we can all fly and fall
The seasons tenderly tenderize a mind
Disparate presents connected by air
Notice time leaving us behind
We don't take comfort there
Somewhere there's a ritual that binds us in suspense
Somewhere there's air that rips your soul out
and dangles it in front of your face for fun
They sell it for exorbitant prices
To true connoisseurs, i guess i'm one
Give me some air in rationed amounts
and i'll be your friend for a limited time
I'll breath some air to crisp your flesh
You'll be indelibly marked, regrettably so
The slow air hits my face, with no deliberate force,
and nothing is nigh
The enigmatic Frank Ene's solo record lives in a magical world where Serge Gainsbourg fronts Yellow Magic Orchestra. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 17, 2022