And with the grace of a drape over her shoulder
Falling like water on some unnamed mountain
And with the grace of a bird on a branch
While all hell breaks over the bench
And with the honours given to weary students
Who flattened their backs for some knowledge and orders
And with the patterns of the waves over the sea
Moving in rhythm, moving in melodies
And with the patience of a long-time guard
Who watched the door for years but without a doubt
One day you’ll show up, walking the endless aisles
Enter the room where the lightbulbs have all died
I could watch you talk but couldn’t hear your voice
Now there’s no option but not to have a choice
And with the grace of the tired whale
That reaches the surface for a last inhale
And with the experience of a turtle on a coast
Waiting to die as the suntanned share a toast
As the suntanned share a toast
On this sprawling double LP, the South African drummer leads his band through a series of mournful and vibrantly melodic spiritual jazz compositions. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 6, 2020