And the plains stretch out ahead
And a swirl of sand that forces eyes to close
One day you’ll turn your head and see him
He was born on the second you were born
Coalescing out of dirt
A stalking bird hatched from a small brown egg.
Eyes, blinking in the sun
And when you crawl, he crawls slightly faster
Spindle legs scratch out crude pictograms on the dry soil
A slow lurch, step in step.
Harryhausing frame by frame.
A fraction closer every day
Never even knowing why
A stalking bird who has your name
A stalking bird who has your name
On two feet---
Fitful burst of manic speed
Towards settees and TVs
Godlike parents call you on
And when you grow and you find
Some pretty girl as scared as you
And feel that life has just begun
He just keeps surging, like a tide towards you
A spun eye-stalk
Strait is the gate, he steps inside
A fraction closer every day
Never even knowing why
A stalking bird who has your name
A stalking bird who has your name
To a prime, and faster than you’ll ever be,
He’s faster than he’ll ever be
Get to know him, to hear of him, some will rush to meet him.
Takes them all under black wings
Years run low / spindle legs slow
He’ll slow too, / slower than you.
At last you turn / and give your hand
As to a friend / you always knew
credits
from Peste,
released November 4, 2016
Written by Daniel Cochran
Dreamy indie rock from Bangalore's Black Letters captures the ambiguities of loss, longing, and growth in moving into a new phase of life. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 3, 2019