We took our vows listening to trees lit gold with sound reverberating between my ribs.
I knew you in some past but you are ever changing, as tremor and pulse resound in the small of your hand.
They sing into death. They make music at the end of the world.
Cloud of noise, cascade of tymbal, new harmonic light, anointed, revealed, transfigured again.
You and I call out for love. We bleat, we bellow, we howl. We cry aloud, above all other noise, stretching out into whatever forevers we create.
Scott Mattingly is a Nashville solo musician, sideman and collaborator in bands spanning from free improvised music, paranoid psychedelia, cosmic folk, endtimes euphoria, ambient countrypolitan, trailer jazz, and sad soul. He has recent releases on FPE and Naviar Records.
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