Your eyes are made of something from the lonely mountain, could you see the see my body lying beneath the dirt.
An angry avalanche came from behind the lonely mountain, with the helpless thought of looking up your skirt.
All the birds are circling around the lonely mountain, they’re wondering how big the sky must be.
Every patient breeze is lifting up their wings so gently, their eyes are so surprised by what they see.
They say it takes so much time to climb the lonely mountain, it’s hard enough to keep your mind off of the steep drops.
It’s true that here your lonely blood can get much thinner, but it takes a lifetime before your lonely heart stops.
For the first time, we make a still life
You are brown as coffee, and I am clear as ice
Then the next time, your hands as clean as silk
We make a promise with our bodies, and we never hold them still
The quietly moving songs on “Emanations” showcase the nimble guitar work of Saul Guanipa, each piece warm & melodic. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 31, 2022