I’m really hooked on this song by the Baltimore trio Future Islands, all the more so after watching them perform it on You Tube. Samuel Herring has a remarkable voice – very mannered and thespian, like an English gentleman press-ganged into rock’n’roll.
This, together with the  poetic drama of the song, make it irresistible.

It comes from their album An Evening Air on Thrill Jockey and a stripped down version also appears on a limited edition 12″ EP called Undressed. Here is the video (+ lyrics)

This is what I know  / The canopy loss of our home / Is a far cry, while I’m away.

Tethered to finding a rope / We walk in precarious ways / And go alone at night  / To Misery’s bed./In Misery’s bed, we stay.

So far away

Here in the tremble and pulse / With the rush and the weight of the world / I am a cannibal, known /Begging the lashes to break

You find me awake in a dream / A scream in the dark, so it seems / Or is that just how it leaves?
The shadow I cast now the breeze.

So far away

So this is how it goes / With the loss of our canopy home / That falls with the leaves from the trees / As we pass.

And I wasn’t there in the last / But I was surely there from the first / Here, in my chest where you burst / I keep the crush and the weight of the world.

So far away