I remember that house in the valley
On the edge of the woods, at the end of the alley
A faded blue center of the universe
Reflected in two views
A violet western sunset
And a northern streetlight satellite's
Artificial glow in the night
Coming home to an empty house in the hollow
I wasn't alone but it rarely felt so
There I planted a garden of black clouds
That will bloom throughout my life
And I fell in with loners and dissidents
Any latchkey kid who dreamed
Of leaving a town that held them down
Every summer, like some kind of ritual
Walking in circles for hours to break the lull
Getting lost in worlds of our creation
To escape what lay ahead
The years went by, we got together for the last time
But nobody knew then, and nobody remembers when
Discolored photographs and memories
Are all that survived the years
Even as hard as I hold on, they too will surely someday disappear
I remember when the changing of seasons carried meaning
Beyond a passing of time, and its ever-growing sting
Something happens that changes our courses
Something woven into what makes this real
A bitter taste of unstoppable forces
Erode the ability to feel
Still I remember that house in the valley
And I remember a happier reality
That faded blue center of the universe
Is so far from me now
Throwing mathcore, emo, and ambient into the mix, Estonia's Kaschalot push progressive rock's multitasking approach to its limits. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 10, 2021