Clouds are dripping with the dregs of dawn
To wash away the rest of fall
A gentle tune is
Coming soon from the
Creaks across the hall
Tin roof weeping in the winter wind
Rain is rusting at its cheek
Your day to day
Awash in grey
Solitude has come to claim it’s week
But if you’re gentle to its suffering
If you are kind to what it knows
A friend of solitudes may find you
Give you a name, hold you close
Staring blankly at your empty canvas
Trying to catch the song of rain
But it slips away and
Starts to fade from the
Paper before long
But you are kind, gentle, and patient
And you know the shape of names
You sit and stare and you
Lay it bare, let the
Water work a channel through the clay
So if you’re gentle to its suffering
And if you’re kind to what it knows
A friend of solitude may find you
Whisper a name and hold you close
Tele Novella continue their mystical journey to the heart of lovelorn country & western on their upcoming Kill Rock Stars full-length. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 29, 2023