ten hours up the 90
a standing desk awaits
barren of the trinkets and retablos that might accompany
M as she enters into lifetimes of alabaster blues
formica and a hollow
are far enough away
that marbles tumbling down with every gaze we share's enough to make you say
I can't think about that for right now because I've gone alabaster grey
so we'll keep it down
for right now
there's nothing in a name
in 20 years, I'll pacify my wonder
bristles raised
and out of phase
I can't carry the tune
decant another silent stare
it's alabaster blues
from this vantage back behind
I hear the stolen verse
I eavesdropped on myself to find the tremors never asked me first
as if I owe a debt to my own fear because it's alabaster blue
so we'll keep it down
for right now
there's something in a name
in 20 years, I'm not sure if I'll wonder
bristles raised
and out of phase
I can't carry the tune
decant another silent stare
it's alabaster blues
when I told you that I wrote this song
you asked me how it went
I said I couldn't play it
because it doesn't have an end
William Ryan Fritch's enthralling, doomy new CD comes housed in a gorgeous, panoramic gatefold sleeve with bewitching original artwork. Bandcamp New & Notable May 16, 2016
Stark, slightly spooky songs from this Asheville musician, with guitars as bare as winter trees and eerie, distant vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 16, 2021