M1: "Bony"
M2: "Christ, his face is raw..."
M3: "Enough"
Narr: The thicket veins pounded in with a claw
Narr: (He felt) Holy in the guts last night.
The fall - primeval call:
Butter-yellow light capsized.
Son: You're sullied
You taste the bloodied mouth
You wring it out
Narr: Icy bright / stopping light
winter-white fire
Icy bright / stopping light
winter-white father
Son: I'm tearing up
Son: Hold me: even hold me down...
I can't stand now, father,
Adorned in heavy crown.
Father: Sow me under native ground
I have nothing else...
Stain of silent sound
Son: You bullied
You're breaking, tearing out (it's not worry now)
Narr: Icy bright / stopping light
winter-white fire
Icy bright / stopping light
winter-white father
Remaining: We could live in denial and be happy;
We could swallow the words as they rise;
We could swear that we never knew terror;
Or we could say that a terror has died.
Auckland-based group Tiny Ruins present a series of dazzling, folk-informed songs on their latest, grounded in tender vocal melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable May 8, 2023