Ashes to the Sky

I pulled the fangs from a giant

The childlike motions made

It was alright

The industry didn’t need

Poltergeist

The planes of purpose

Sailed over the profits of daily routine

People’s new hopes

Become less of the ideal and more of the reality

The tenuous run up

Run down

The industry itself was turned upside down

We grab what we can

Our purpose hangs in the rafters

We present ourselves in a different light

Hoping to created from every side

As one industry sinks

Another arises

From the ashes to the sky

The Bergamot – Tones Review

“It’s a wonderfully classic album while being simultaneously forward thinking.”

Randy Asakura's avatarHalfbeat

1455203352378[1]There’s a particular charm to Tones, the new album by The Bergamot – something that can’t be easily quantified or described. There’s a certain enigmatic energy on this album, a kind of confidence that most musicians struggle to achieve. Nathaniel Paul Hoff and Jillian Speece construct songs with a strong pop sensibility, and when heard in succession there is an undeniable power to them. This is also combined with a fantastic backing band. The arrangements are almost impeccable, and Jillian in particular sounds strong when her vocals are supported by lush instrumentation.

The Bergamot is a Brooklyn-based husband-and-wife alternative folk duo consisting of Nathaniel Paul Hoff and Jillian Speece. The duo burst into the scene in 2012 and continue to create new music, stating that they write songs that “weaves intimate storytelling with articulate instrumentation” and “combines both the joys and heartaches of life into a story.” They draw influences from classic…

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Unequivocally Quick

Wandering as I am

There is no calculation to my risk

No easy decision

When it comes to my vision

My experiences are like

Chemical reactions

Exploding on contact

Creating action

As if a vase were nudged from the ledge

From a careless yak

My nimble mind has no conception of reality

Externally or internally

I am frightened by these revelations

How my ideas manifest in the most odd

Of gesticulations

So I sometimes back away from my hopes

Decisions and inquisitions

To better understand myself

In hopes of becoming the more informed

For that I am scorned

So my stays are unequivocally quick

I leave sojourned

On my journey from night till morn

Cantankerous and Noisy

I know a ritzy town

Where the houses are big

Rigged with luxuries

The proposition tugs at me

But maybe I will head to Detroit

I am an artist

Hipster guess stereotyped

I find it rather terrific

To be cantankerous and noisy

Rather than sterilized to the squeak

That my shoes should rub on the floors

The thought of luxury affords me

Relinquishing in the laugh of heart

Maybe I will a piece of Detroit my own part

A small tin house on a hill

A fixer upper at will

Willingly I will go to the rust belt it seems

Although it may be perceived as synonymous

With crazy

At least I will try

Try it out in

Detroit

 

Counter Dash

The final moments of the day

Ticking away

Like a water drop 

Making its way to the bottom of the glass

Upon the counter it will dash

And be wiped away

Into yet another day

And just when you start to smirk 

And grin

The sun will rise

And we all do it again

  

The Song

It just stuck

Inside my ears

The melody rang clear

Concise and proper

The song I have to admit

Was quite a show stopper

Such a wonder to behold 

A song could produce such gaping holes

In the psyche of mankind

Womankind

Any kind 

Words piercing and true

Untied the ropes of ego and self esteem

All undone

In just one 

Song

Sung
  

The Mass Expanse

Oh the mass expanse

Leaving with more questions

Than response

More wonder

Than commonness

Untapped full potential

Sky lark 

Singing confusing poems

In the limitless above

I take for granted 

The monstrosity 

Of eternal

Infinite

Can be distracting

When I look above me 

I can not imagine that to be

Eternity

Eternally confused

This massive expanse can only provide

More questions and confuse

So universe I must ask you

How infinite can you be

Without anyone understanding thee 

Happenstance

Happenstance 

Tuesday sunsets

Photo shoots

Unnamed contagious suit

Make our way on the east side 

We will ride

Making appointments on time

Barely 

Sun rips through the fields

So filling 

So sweet

Moments

  
Fresh 

Bareness

Fullness

Body

We cherish moments of reflection

From bad thoughts hoped protection

It’s a movement inflection

One hope

Multiples of directions

Coffeehouse infatuation

Glorification of the bean and roast

Spoken in halls of unheard ghosts

I Owe You a Stare

I owe a stare to you

A stare of wonder

Concern

But more wonder than concern

I will become absorbed in your beauty

Radiant beauty

The odds that I could be

Completely absorbed in your smile

The way your throw your hair back

You could be a beauty ambassador

A lovely representative

I owe you a stare

To make you feel cherished

How great would the odds be

If I were a suspect on trial

That your eyes would lock back on mine

It could just so happen

That in this quick motion

Our eyes collide in meeting

Like atoms of plutonium

It will happen

I will stare

And nothing will ruin that moment

For I owe you a stare