On Dead Waves
“Blackbird”
On Dead Waves
“My dreams are like summer, and yours are like spring
Let’s sleep until sunrise, sing blackbird sing”
What a beautiful, melancholy depiction of the changing of the seasons. On Dead Waves perfectly captured those dark memories and buried emotions we all have. I so unbelievably love this band. The lead singer’s voice is filled with longing and despair, much like a heroine in a Bronte novel. This is music for those wide open spaces at twilight when you are the only person around. When I listen to On Dead Waves, I see the paintings of de Chirico. Isolation, despair, longing, melancholy. The singer has a voice similar to, well, absolutely no one. I wish I knew her name. I swear, she and I are related. I relate to On Dead Waves more than any band I’ve heard lately.
At dusk the branches of the skeleton trees look a bit like tiny veins, reaching out to the dusty blue sky.