Well, I'd rather
Tie a kite
To a flagpole
And watch it float around
Nowhere
And wait for
It to come around
Would you do it if I was faithful?
Where should I stay?
Where should I go?
Where's the wind blow?
Should I sit still and be
Grateful
That your constance
Won't shift with changing seasons?
I want to feel it in my ribs
Want you to kick me in my chest
Like fire shut up in my bones
You burn me out when I confess
Really puts the "hammer" in hammered dulcimer. Meditative, droning, misanthropic black metal with an unusual instrument at the center of it all. The Camellias