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Delphi’s Solo Project: The Threshhold Sea
I’ll be working on a solo album project, tentatively called The Threshhold Sea. This will be my fourth solo release, and I’m really excited about releasing these songs. There will be songs on this album that have never been released and will not be played (very often, at least) live at the Demigods shows. I want this project to be something intimate, delicate, accoustic, and very different from the sounds we’ve created with The Demigods.
I’ll be working with photographer Dee Hill, who did the following portraits of me in her house and garden, to tell the stories of these songs. The Threshhold Sea is a line from one of my songs, “The Road,” which was my reaction to the novel of the same name by Cormack McCarthy. Most of my other songs are from my own first-person political perspective, like “School Without Walls,” or “33rd Degree.” By now, you’re all pretty used to my political leanings, exposing the esoteric priest class movements underlying world events. This next album, I want to do something different. I’ve started pulling songs up from someplace else, it seems–from the voices of women watching the Western world be pulled up from under their feet, the earth around them dying in the days of a healing and splintered, newly-industrial United States. Carnival girls too, also make an appearance, as do intergalactic pirate ships and skeleton circuses.
Here’s a small taste of what is to come:
(untitled new song)
I hear the locusts on the wind
great Blue Norther comin’ in
Rockefeller stole our land
and the railroad took my sons
I hear the horses on the grass
hooves beating like breaking glass
they know these old machines will
one day never run
What have we done?
What have we done?
I passed a Cherokee Girl today
with a look of torture on her face
the blood of conquest for the cities of the sun
And the slaves are free, so they say
still endentured to the ways
of a backwards master who enslaves
with debt and guns
What have we done?
What have we done?
And my gypsy great-grandmother
I brought over with my sixteen year old sister
is still in New York on the assembly line.
And my Irish fatehr died
a year before she arrived
the coal mines did their time
and the mountains claim their blood
And all my lovers left
to conquer the uncharted West
like a whore in vain
trying desperately to find some love
What have we done?
What have we done?
