En «I Am Toward You», presenta un conjunto diverso de grabaciones de campo efímeras, cantos soul amortiguados y samples de guitarra con fallas, desvíos melódicos oscuros, intercalando una serie de zumbidos electrónicos. El resultado, libre de ideas preconcebidas, es maravilloso con letras que son tan impresionantes como desorientadoras, repletas de críticas sociales, formulaciones psicoanalíticas, juegos de palabras poéticos, mitos griegos y referencias a Bataille.
El conjunto de canciones generan una calidad confusa y desdibujada, con una intensidad casi obsesiva. «I Am Toward You» se presenta como un interesante avance en un importante proceso de investigación independiente de la academia y de la industria donde filosofía y arte se liberan de empaquetados y compromisos mercantilistas.
El conjunto de canciones generan una calidad confusa y desdibujada, con una intensidad casi obsesiva. «I Am Toward You» se presenta como un interesante avance en un importante proceso de investigación independiente de la academia y de la industria donde filosofía y arte se liberan de empaquetados y compromisos mercantilistas.
Créditos.-
Del álbum, "I Am Toward You", publicado en Sargent House.
Letra.-
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.
