This Christmas I got a splendid new instrument from my awesome sisters in law. Thanks, Susannah and Lily! It's a beautiful little karimba, and it is the only instrument you will hear on this week's new song, aside from my voice. I have been pondering how to get started with it; whether to feature it as an accent to another instrument, or to dive in headlong. I dove in. It's a really fun sound to layer, and the single octave scale places valuable and productive parameters on songwriting. I had a really good time with this thing, and I'm really looking forward to finding out what else I can make it do!
This song is a little pondering on human anxieties, and our stubborn insistence on carrying their weight around. In this context, I might be using the word "everyone" to say something more like "me", because I can't possibly project what the entire human race is feeling. Still, I operate under the assumption that being a person is a more or less similar experience when it comes to moving around in the world and pondering infinity. I hope you enjoy listening.
lyrics
Everyone worries about
Something different
When they're lying awake at night
Holding the weight of the world
Back is breaking
Rooting against the light
And the sun is a burning thing
And everyone carries around
Something broken
Like we'll need it but we don't know when
And we never say a thing about
The obvious solution
When we're packing our things again
Time is a burning thing
The Earth is a burning thing
Light is a burning thing