Cold morphing flames twist around female fist lifting grey shuttle over forever pines, the sun whispering winter disorders, whispering soft tattoos on finger, piano with lifeless mask player cries warm tears as they fall in fantasia manner. 'Its quite here, you can come home now...' Bed sheet dreams tightly releasing vitamins, emptying lips like bright red balloons floating over during wild animal birth...
Ojerums 'The forest is sleeping within the trees', is a calm, collective meditation for anyone lost at sea, bumping into planetary neighbors, orions belt whips your eyes, sleeping within the body that changes addresses so quickly, so quietly... This is such a beautiful, and intimate release filled with old fashioned fluid supports, boilling chambers of death resistance, and momentary release from memory.
I found it beautiful that here in TN where I am from it is snowing at an incredible rate, and what better time, and place to expierence this wonderful record.
https://scissortail.bandcamp.com/album/the-forest-is-sleeping-within-the-trees
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