Sixteen speakers layer overlapping voices in a chant-like poem about protection and longing. Repetitive lines weave through darkness and light, safety and vulnerability, with a personal invocation of Brent Shipton anchoring the abstract imagery.
On the subject of narcotics in Germany, there is one vital fact I would like to submit. I'm going to read this letter to you, perhaps unwillingly. What's it like?
Dark spaces.
Aww, you want—
Traces of the vibes. Down, down, down.
Take it slow.
With you, I'm not alone.
I found a place to call my home.
And I believe I'll see you again.
I love every dream.
Oh, you know this.
Don't let me go. Don't let me go. Don't let me go.
Don't let me go.
If you were in my heart, I'd surely not break you. If you were beside me and my love would take you, I'll keep you in safety forever.
Protect you, I'll hide You away from the world.
You, Brent Shipton.
I hide you.
I hide you.
I hide you.
Come on up, come on up. I hide you. I hide you. I hide you.
Come over, come over, come over. I'll wait for Danger!
Time passing on our own, yet you selling the cause. Shadow, I can't let go. Home sweet home, temptation inside your eyes.
I can feel you breathing pulling me back in I can feel you breathing holding me back in holding me back in—
mm-hmm!
Holding me back in, back in, back in, back in, back in, back in, back in, back in...
I never let you down.
Found a way out.
Trust me now, never let you down.
When the sun was going down, when the skies are laying low, shadows follow you wherever you go, wherever you go, wherever you go.
When you're stuck in the middle of a crisis, let me show you where Wherever you go, wherever you go, wherever you go, I will leave a light on. I will leave a light on.
I will leave a light on.
