For my friend, drummer, father, husband and beautiful human, Michael Mazor.
lyrics
The Hawk
Oh, I don’t want to let it go back to this sorrow.
Love took me up like a hawk, now I’m frozen in flight.
Ah, don’t look down at the drop, don’t look up at the night.
Is that the old frontier? What is this fierce loss?
I can see it from here, I can’t feel what it costs.
It’s a long walk down the echoing hallway
A sharp shoulder-push and the exit door gives way
To a frozen mute hush lit from the snow below
And in the intimate hush you can hear how the stars glow.
Tonight it’s cold as fuck, the wind an incessant whine.
I feel down on my luck, feel the crawling of time
But dust into dust, we head back where we came
And we get off the bus and we hand in our names.
credits
from Dead Reckoning,
released January 15, 2023
Stéphane, Connor, Mark, Kate. Boss rhythm track by Scotty Hard.
The stripped-down approach (mostly piano/organ, bass, drums) favoured here puts the spotlight squarely on Brown's soulful, meditative lyrics and vocals, which are frequently augmented by the sublime Kate Fenner. The arrangements are no slouch either, with perfect flourishes of horns, harmonica and guitar that add to the overall warm folk-soul vibe.
Right on target, so direct, this album feels as natural as the changing seasons and weaves a spell that lingers long after listening. Mike Garrett
As a lifelong fan of psyche, I was delighted to have found this, stunned that I'd missed them for three decades and devastated by the news of Dallas' passing. Makes many of the album's lyrics even more poignant. I hear echoes of the Chocolate Watch Band, Long Ryders and both the pop and country sides of the Byrds. Stunning, and a contender for my album of the year. Iain H