To the strange,
stuck-in-bed,
death-obsessed,
Fiddleheads –
“In death there is no pain, then in death we can escape.”
My friend I see your logic and I understand your way,
but don’t you see it’s a circle like your cycle of pain.
I can see you and me suffering silently.
We’re visible and we’re seen when life is everything.
In a world of platitudes there’s one that I can trust
and its a Lucretius truth that death is nothing to us.
The pain of the world we are blind “when death closes our eyes.”
So, “Abandon the deathlife, and reignite the light.”
The woe is me, the woe is you here in our rooms.
So walk with me and I’ll walk with you out of our doom.
The NYC trio push their blown-out garage-blues sound into new territory, on both reinterpreted classics and originals. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 5, 2019