We are carried over
Not in our real selves
Not in the froth stirred
The impact of beings around us
We are warmed by fire,
Not by the smoke of the fire
My soul is hidden
Even from myself I can't see it
Even from too close, nor can I see
My own eyes, I know I have eyes
We are warmed by fire,
Not by the smoke of the fire
The word of the cross is foolishness
For them that perish
My soul can also reflect itself
Mirror it's own activity
Mirror of words and actions
My being partly manifests what is seen
We are warmed by fire,
Not by the smoke of the fire
The word of the cross is foolishness
For them that perish
Words outside myself are dead things
Quickly gone the hidden life
Quickly accomplished acts outside
Much depends on the soul itself remains
We are warmed by fire,
Not by the smoke of the fire
A haunting, beautiful, autobiographical record that uses samples of old gospel records to wrestle with faith and unbelief. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 2, 2021