Blue Wheatfield

"It was a humid night like any other Whip-poor-wills, late in Summer The young man arrived on dusty heel Dismounted horse beside the field Wheatgrass swayed beneath the wind That blew through his dark bearded chin 'O cold bones, I call for thee!' He shouted off into the trees But no one came and no one answered No sound of steps or even laughter Turned around and reaching toward A bent guitar just like a sword Or some exotic talisman From a dream of far off lands A simple strum, the wheat responded A silent bow, as if departed Then his eyes raised, stopped his breath And now the young man greeted Death" Recorded at 114RKD / 2009-2010 and Botany Bay / 2014. All tracks laid to rest on two-inch tape. Thanks to Sophia, Eric, Nick and David. www.milieu-music.com / www.analogbotany.com Comes on white cassette. Packaged in a translucent PVC audiobook capsule case. Includes 3×4 inch black and white Brian Grainger 'Lips' logo vinyl sticker and a coupon for digital download. © MMXIV Wil-Ru Records, all rights reserved. www.wil-ru.com