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by FhaBlo

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i said walk 02:41
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Wintering out With a friend Her mother died before the snow We spent the evenings drifting distant Drank enough to drop a horse She sang to me a song eyes striped red and blue With her mothers old guitar Now it's hers to chew My bones are singing to me But I don't know the words A crime to be forgotten Makes me a criminal to them Her blood is spinning stories On a weave of inky veins A river through her father She'll soon, at last, set sail I helped her off to bed She was mumbling her mind with a voice that seldom spoke she croaked "What happens when we die?"
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Everybody's talking about the end Like it's something to embrace Job security, a pension fund Open casket at the wake Family flowers, dour eyes childhood trophies, blood of Christ Brought to offer Silent cries Suppose it qualifies a life Sent to school to see the world Travelogues in monochrome Numbered door, suburban sprawl All you see can be your own They plant a hedgerow at the drive Keep their livelihoods inside Triple glazed, just twenty-five Single focus, how they die It feels like I'm losing you I want to live, you plan to die Branching out to distant skies Tied up at the root Antique shopping in our youth Haggling for sport Dusty fingers, faded ink A broken watch we'll learn to fix Picked up hobbies like the flu Growing up we grew immune Inside seldom entertained Outside every time it rained Stained to bone Streetlights shone us home Starlight glittered in our eyes It was then I clung to life ocean calls, a blue abyss Swinging hard, afraid to miss Doubtful anything is safe Let's Savour every hit we make It feels like I'm losing you I want to live, you plan to die Branching out to distant skies Tied up at the root
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I don’t know where you learned to bottle up But you gotta break the glass to spill it out What good is a chair that cant hold a thing What good is that voice if you seldom sing So hear me out, sing me everything your choking on Let it out before it pulls you down Find the notes that hold the words you cant And Ill know what it means to you We stood around for the rain to pass A shared umbrella 'neath a dusty overcast And spoke about when we were young How growing up meant giving in You say, Uncertain times have set the stage Tomorrows light a turning page Now every breath the world grows vast But we don't stress at that

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I spent the last few weeks trawling through old family VHS tapes and cassette's, my grandfather was a man who always carried a camera with him whenever the family gathered and there's such a warmth in these moments.

I remember coming home from school and sitting down with him to watch these videos, he would pan the room of some rural clubhouse made dancehall for the night, and he'd name every person the camera glanced. "She's dead… He's dead… She might as well be". In his old age he seemed apathetic to dying, because he'd felt death many times in those he'd loved. Felt it every time he watched his films.

Now I'm reaching an age where the generation above is dying, and a new life appears in the generation below every couple of years. I've found myself growing sentimental, I guess that makes sense. The more time I leave behind me the more that's there to cherish.

This EP is about my friends; documenting them, remembering them, being there for them, and letting them go. Something I learned from my grandfather.

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released May 6, 2022

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