Handing over the mic to artists/musicians who break down their new albums track by track/share the thought process behind the creation. Today we’ll hear from Wade Easy, singer/songwriter out of Morgantown, West Virginia whose second album Sea of Night is out now!
It starts with a drone that never really ends. The world storms around it. It pulls you under.
A feeling before a thought. Something passing just beyond sight. You catch it for a second and it’s gone. Like you’ve seen through something you weren’t meant to.
This one’s for the saints, salesmen, and all the clean-handed folk with answers. They hold up their cure and the bottle is empty. Once you see through it, you don’t get to unsee it.
Hand drums and the bronze of a 12 string Yamaha carry it forward, steady and unbroken. It moves slow, into a haze, then slips loose as backwards guitars bend out of shape.
A little mercy. A woman smiling and the whole rotten circus going quiet for a minute. Nothing holy, yet holy all the same.
There was something in the rye. A little rot. We ate the bread and saw angels crawling through the walls. Whole towns went strange. Now it comes through the screen and we eat it still. Different grain. Same fever.
The Bloody Feet of Atomic Beasts
We split the atom and wrapped the world in plastic. Every bright idea leaves something bleeding in the dark.
Saturn turns slow out there, older than our trouble and not much moved by it. We are small on a small rock, making noise, making love, making ruin. The sky watches without blinking. The stone goes on without us.
Thunder woke me and then went on down the road. I stayed there in the dark with the rain at the glass. Then I picked up the guitar.
I wrote this one six times and it still came out crooked. Maybe that was the point. A man looking back at his own damage and not much liking the view. Then there’s the woman who stayed.
The signs are all there if you want them. They’ve always been there. The sky darkens. The figures stir. You wait for something to break. But it never does. At least not the way you think.
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