A Pregnant Light - The Master b/w The Mail (download)
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8… the number that symbolizes infinity. No one knows where it starts or ends. It is an ongoing loop. And just like you’ve seen three times before this year, A Pregnant Light appears faithfully, with another two song single. Bringing the 2022 campaign to a total of eight songs… so far. “The Master” is a conversation between two people trapped between two worlds. Unsurprisingly, the two-faced Roman god Janus appears, to guide between youth/adulthood, life/death, war/peace and barbarism/civilization. It’s a desperate and dark plea, and not cloaked in as much metaphor as you’d think. The song is about that moment we all live in where for a second, we are between the past and future - and as soon as we recognize the stillness, we are enslaved by time and propelled forward. Remember this the next time you walk through a door. “The Mail” examines our lives as spiritual parcels in a cosmic, unknowable postal service. The mail is regular. Every day. Without fail. A stamp, purchased for mere pocket change is enough to bring your words to the furthest reaches of the world, straight to the doorstep of the intended receiver. How then do our songs reach out even quicker, straight from the hands and voices of the musician to the vibrating speakers into our eardrums. Letters and packages are never really lost, they just become songs. Sometimes, I get to send my songs through the mail. What a beautiful confluence.
The Master (3.41)
The Mail (4.09)
High resolution MP3 downloads, sent directly to your inbox. With lyric sheets.
8… the number that symbolizes infinity. No one knows where it starts or ends. It is an ongoing loop. And just like you’ve seen three times before this year, A Pregnant Light appears faithfully, with another two song single. Bringing the 2022 campaign to a total of eight songs… so far. “The Master” is a conversation between two people trapped between two worlds. Unsurprisingly, the two-faced Roman god Janus appears, to guide between youth/adulthood, life/death, war/peace and barbarism/civilization. It’s a desperate and dark plea, and not cloaked in as much metaphor as you’d think. The song is about that moment we all live in where for a second, we are between the past and future - and as soon as we recognize the stillness, we are enslaved by time and propelled forward. Remember this the next time you walk through a door. “The Mail” examines our lives as spiritual parcels in a cosmic, unknowable postal service. The mail is regular. Every day. Without fail. A stamp, purchased for mere pocket change is enough to bring your words to the furthest reaches of the world, straight to the doorstep of the intended receiver. How then do our songs reach out even quicker, straight from the hands and voices of the musician to the vibrating speakers into our eardrums. Letters and packages are never really lost, they just become songs. Sometimes, I get to send my songs through the mail. What a beautiful confluence.
The Master (3.41)
The Mail (4.09)
High resolution MP3 downloads, sent directly to your inbox. With lyric sheets.
8… the number that symbolizes infinity. No one knows where it starts or ends. It is an ongoing loop. And just like you’ve seen three times before this year, A Pregnant Light appears faithfully, with another two song single. Bringing the 2022 campaign to a total of eight songs… so far. “The Master” is a conversation between two people trapped between two worlds. Unsurprisingly, the two-faced Roman god Janus appears, to guide between youth/adulthood, life/death, war/peace and barbarism/civilization. It’s a desperate and dark plea, and not cloaked in as much metaphor as you’d think. The song is about that moment we all live in where for a second, we are between the past and future - and as soon as we recognize the stillness, we are enslaved by time and propelled forward. Remember this the next time you walk through a door. “The Mail” examines our lives as spiritual parcels in a cosmic, unknowable postal service. The mail is regular. Every day. Without fail. A stamp, purchased for mere pocket change is enough to bring your words to the furthest reaches of the world, straight to the doorstep of the intended receiver. How then do our songs reach out even quicker, straight from the hands and voices of the musician to the vibrating speakers into our eardrums. Letters and packages are never really lost, they just become songs. Sometimes, I get to send my songs through the mail. What a beautiful confluence.
The Master (3.41)
The Mail (4.09)