Twisting dreams unravel the seams
Of the cloth binding esteem
In a tangled-up mind and lives living within
The pierced heart and the tattooed on skin
With knitted needles of stories and coiled up woes
Of the finding and losing and hiding of treasured troves
So I’m fraying, a little
it seems
Some unravelling just at the seams
So I’m fraying, a little
it seems
Some unravelling just at the seams
Flattened waves remove shade
From the deep harbouring cave
Where there’s hopeless potential
To caress the core and essential
Shell of a person
Who was and who is
Turning tides to the rise of the lost emphasis
To caress the core and essential
Shell of a person
Who was and who is
Fraying
Fraying the seams
Of the ravelled up dreams
Is just what it seems
And I’m fraying
A little
Banging heads rattle brains
Already shattered and shamed
By a compulsive invective
A self-punching reflective
That skews and derides and smacks
At the pride and blatantly stamps on the facts
A self-punching reflective
Compulsive invective.
At the moment it seems
At the moment it seems
At the moment it seems
At the moment it seems
At the moment it seems
At the moment it seems
At the moment it seems
A soundtrack to a film that is both historical and autobiographical, Yang’s music here finds graceful beauty in slowly unfolding melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 4, 2023