To the penning thieves
With your loaded sleeves
No one hears a sound.
To the kleptophiles
Uninspired, in denial:
We're gonna put you in the ground.
We watch the worms make faces
Twitching mouths and eyes evasive.
Choke the host, and read their pages
Still take the brain to cover all the bases.
Be their mouth now, without sanction,
Stalk their talk, and bleed their patience.
Leave nothing.
All you've ever seen
Was just a branch new from a tree
The deepest roots we've ever found.
And when you touch the dial
And send a current through the wires,
You're hearing every sound.
Working with several different NYC-based producers, experimental artist Alexandra Drewchin presents a haunting, fluid new mixtape. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 12, 2019