On stones so steep
And knives so sharp
I climb to this watchtower
Where my memory recalls
Thoughts of love
Drifting in and out
Like the tide
That engulfs my vision
Until I drown
In a realm of intoxication
Where beauty surpasses
All reality
And a dove
Can fly
Over the trees so tall
That not even the sky can push them down
For all is forgotten here
(Even the innocence of a child who yearns for his mother)
Slowly as I reach
This peak of existence
My hands bleed
From the cuts
That are so deep
In my skin
(But all is worth it for my purpose of being alive)
(Awaits after this obstacle)
Multi-instrumentalist and producer Harvey Carter's light touch makes his pleasant indie electronica sparkle and move. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 12, 2024