The snow falls on a windy,
late February night.
I'm twisting, preparing
my scarf so it's right
and I can keep warm outside.
The cold meets my hot air,
I walk to the theatre,
holding my breath
as I go to greet her.
Am I ready for this now?
When the temperature falls so hard,
you have to find a way to
give yourself enough heat.
And when the temperature climbs back up,
you have to find a way to
bring yourself to the cold.
Attention is drawn from
the screen to her hair.
Pause to think of
whose is not there.
This whole theatre is mined
with popcorn and stained seats
and more things I can't see.
Contemplate attraction;
my body is cheering,
but I dare not make a sound.
When the temperature falls so hard,
you have to find a way to
give yourself enough heat.
And when the temperature climbs back up,
you have to find a way to
bring yourself to the cold.
So sit back and wait for
the signal to begin.
Remember the sight of
such luscious fair white skin -
she's not the first of her kind.
So now I must wait -
at least for the spring styles -
until I can get out
of my head that smile
that's been stickin' around.
When the temperature falls so hard,
you have to find a way to
give yourself enough heat.
And when the temperature climbs back up,
you have to find a way to
bring yourself to the cold.
Third in a four-EP series, Ben Morey's "Songs" perfectly captures the terrifying reality of existence with beautiful acoustic honesty. Life may be scary, but Ben Morey's music gives me hope. Paul Riley
The eclectic influences of this California group shine through on these creeping tracks, full of dark electronics and intimate vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 15, 2020