On a spark of imagining she came
Her children staring at the sky
Turning shapeless clouds into castles and kings
A queen the sun her golden veil
And she walked among us
With every story told
Through all that we created
She spoke
My children
You’re all I am
By you I exist
So you must take care
Of my fragile heart
The queen she did impart
But through the years her golden rays
Became cold and shining coin and cloudless days
We replaced her beauty
With our money gods
And she passed to shadow
Her heart lost
Father, mother
You better look around
Sons, daughters
We pushed her under ground
Into caves that her children made
Each shallow thought we wrought that slowly brought her further down
Still a spark existed
And in her final hour
Our creations twisted
She devoured
Time, ticking
As we race to find her heart
Poison, sickens
But we dare not ever give up
Or we perish
And our imagination is the place she waits by grace we can live on
Oh it’s not your shadow
That follows on the ground
It’s her arms around you
Hear her now
My child, now it’s time
You must teach them how to create
The dream is just a web
An eternal thread that never ends
This posthumous record by the lead singer of the Tragically Hip, containing both electric & acoustic takes, showcases his songwriting gifts. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 12, 2020
The latest album from British indie rock band is filled with pared back tracks recorded in various countries while the band was on tour. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 23, 2020