Her first childhood memory: lost in the greenhouse, or cut grass at the old house. She’s sure nothing can prepare you for summer days that never seem to end. I’m sure nothing can prepare us for, how aren’t all memories told out of order.
In the garden. In the yard. In your blind spot, I’ve always waited to be first inside your heart. When there were sparks, or doors to be unlocked. We all take our places. The shadows line up with us, equinox.
When we met we built a civilization, whispering our secrets to stick figures. No matter the season I figured part of us would always be lovers, part of us would always be children. Drunk and crying on the kitchen floor, wondering why the shit that worked doesn’t work anymore.
credits
from Equinox EP,
released September 27, 2019
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Cermony's Ross John Farrar experiments with synths, bass, & percussion to make music similar to that from the '80s homemade tape scene. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2023