clawed the rings back on my fingers
riding on the shuttle bus
down into the rainy city.
don’t know what to make of us:
you hold the world in magic, hazing
out the mundane and the harsh.
your earnest words my only kindred -
I would never be apart
from you if I lived out my art.
but I have lost the books of number
holding matter in its place.
half a spring-queen, half held under
worlds half-lived in, heart half-faced.
now I see the rain is clearing
roll the window, bushfire smoke
pours in: all the ash and cinders
smell like your place
where I interred my hopes.
I won’t recreate that nightmare
where I stand out in the night
tongues of flame beneath the skyline
but I am safe up in the heights
and you, sweet instrument, I play out,
preoccupied until the end.
instead I leave you be and step down:
begin the work to make amends.
supported by 6 fans who also own “Books Of Number”
This album throws you into another world. A world of dreamy imagery, deep feelings, interesting narratives, beautiful compositions and a sense of adventure. I've been following Happy Axe from the start and this album is her realization of all that has happened before. A breath taking collection of songs. I hope this album opens up audiences and opportunities far and wide across Australia and the world. Paul Summerfield
supported by 6 fans who also own “Books Of Number”
I believe the last track was released as a single, and I remember listening to it while I had a terrible flu. It blew me away into a fever dream... in a good way? It was quite a somatic experience. I adore this album and recall the show at Knockdown Center a few years ago fondly. AD