Handspan sample played by Sam Maher
Recordings of Smith's Lake
lyrics
we wander through the fog
through the spirits of the night
rises like incense of the earth
while we try to make sense of this life
see that tennis court, those manicured lawns?
that used to be a food bowl, now its gone
and i'm homesick
calling out like this for
something that i never knew but know i miss
secret, sacred places we've covered up
wetland traces, sing that swamp gospel loud
intricate biophonies spill out into the street
underneath the road rivers, living water seep
see that tennis court, those manicured lawns?
that used to be a food bowl, now its gone
and i'm homesick
calling out like this for
something that i never knew but know i miss
secret, sacred places we've covered up
wetland traces, sing that swamp gospel loud