Foundling

the new home of Feral & Stray

Studio day (countless) Monday February 16th

Sometimes a song gives you a little hint of what it will be about, a snached lyric, reached for as a placeholder, a syllabic suggestion in the first attempt at a melody, and it sticks. Then with only these toes showing from behind the curtain it holds its breath and hides, it waits while you wrestle with the melody and rhythm, it shifts with the dust in the late afternoon sunbeams, it evades with distraction and tiptoes around when you decide to sleep on it. 

Song: All Else

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