On “I Am Toward You,” he presents a diverse set of ephemeral field recordings, muffled soul chants and glitchy guitar samples, dark melodic detours, interspersing a series of electronic drones. The result, free of preconceived ideas, is wonderful with lyrics that are as impressive as they are disorienting, full of social criticism, psychoanalytic formulations, poetic wordplay, Greek myths and references to Bataille.
The set of songs generates a confusing and blurred quality, with an almost obsessive intensity. "I Am Toward You" is presented as an interesting advance in an important research process independent of academia and industry where philosophy and art are freed from commercial packaging and commitments.
The set of songs generates a confusing and blurred quality, with an almost obsessive intensity. "I Am Toward You" is presented as an interesting advance in an important research process independent of academia and industry where philosophy and art are freed from commercial packaging and commitments.
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Credits.-
From the album, "I Am Toward You," on Sargent House.
Lyrics.-
I called to say goodbye to love.
I called the number saved inside as “LOVE.”
The call, it faded out as I removed
a small wet bird from deep inside my shoe.
But then the small sound that came from within its tiny neck:
at worst regret, at best forgetfulness.
Hell is where no one has anything in common with anyone else –
Hell is where no one has anything in common with anyone else.
Hell is where no one has anything in common with anyone else –
Hell is where no one has anything in common with anyone else...
But I pray that others will show me what we’re meant to be
and that is how I’ll be free.
But then the small sound that came from within its tiny neck:
At worst regret, at best forgetfulness.
But then the small sound that came from within its tiny neck:
At worst regret, at best forgetfulness.
As the bird sang I watched my own birth again –
I saw myself born as a crow with no wings.
Its feathers were wet and ebony,
I helped stand up on its lanky feet
and it told me to complete the flight that it could not complete.
But then the small sound that came from within its tiny neck:
At worst regret, at best forgetfulness.
I called the number saved inside as “LOVE.”
The call, it faded out as I removed
a small wet bird from deep inside my shoe.
But then the small sound that came from within its tiny neck:
at worst regret, at best forgetfulness.
Hell is where no one has anything in common with anyone else –
Hell is where no one has anything in common with anyone else.
Hell is where no one has anything in common with anyone else –
Hell is where no one has anything in common with anyone else...
But I pray that others will show me what we’re meant to be
and that is how I’ll be free.
But then the small sound that came from within its tiny neck:
At worst regret, at best forgetfulness.
But then the small sound that came from within its tiny neck:
At worst regret, at best forgetfulness.
As the bird sang I watched my own birth again –
I saw myself born as a crow with no wings.
Its feathers were wet and ebony,
I helped stand up on its lanky feet
and it told me to complete the flight that it could not complete.
But then the small sound that came from within its tiny neck:
At worst regret, at best forgetfulness.
