I still see the memories of other epochs.
I remember the warm on my skin and when all turned in cold.
Through the rosette window
I still see the zephyr moments.
Convalescent from lonely rage of esmeriled frost.
I watch the sunrise holding those remembrances that make me human. Yet.
I want go back in time.
Now I am lost. At weird stormy skies.
I'm getting old like a tree that being felled. .
Surrounded for oceans of leaves swept by wind at distance; carried to nowhere.
Toronto artist Jonathan Relph works through depression on this bleak and beautiful album, half dream-pop and half ambient. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 18, 2020