I may be biased but this song seemed especially catchy as in it has stayed with me (ear worm anyone?) it may be the subject but I LIKE IT! . . . . . . remembrances of what it is to be a father to small people and hurling them into the air (safest place in the world - Daddy’s hands!) This is the second release from Potenco’s forthcoming album - so watch this space as we say!
‘Sleepwalking’ - Potenco
this may or may not feature several of my favourite people in the world . . . . .
"A great piece of writing here and the reference to Carole King at once fascinates and intrigues but as a repeat motif is a gem more from the mysterious (or not so!?) Potenco who’s opening track from a forthcoming album (sic?) Red Kite fascinated me so much t’other day . . . "
“Sleepwalking"
this may or may not feature several of my favourite people in the world . . . . .
just sayin’
that makes three tracks now from the forthcoming album from
A great piece of writing here and the reference to Carole King at once fascinates and intrigues but as a repeat motif is a gem more from the mysterious (or not so!?) Potenco who’s opening track from a forthcoming album (sic?) Red Kite fascinated me so much t’other day . . .
Red Kite is the debut single by Potenco. It was written, recorded, mixed and mastered in Kidlington, Oxfordshire. It is a song about raptors, and recovery, and family, and backwards guitars. It was written in 2015, but it took Potenco a decade to record and release it. The reasons for this are unclear, but likely include children, capitalist realism, ADHD, and a general sense of dread. It took a shoulder operation and surprise unemployment to get things moving. For fun, and because some people can only do things it’s they’re unnecessarily difficult, Red Kite was recorded and mixed on a 2007 MacBook held together with duct tape.
lyrics
RED KITE
There's a knife in your sail and a fork in your road
And the wind on your belly and sun on your backbone.
In the distance you see it's all swaddled in green
And the blue of the sea never flows where your kin go.
Soar so high, talking to yourself at night
You wish you did, but you don't know why.
And if you won't fly, then I won't fly.
You don't mind, then I won't mind.
My red kite's gonna be alright
Ain't no one gonna save me.
There's a lift in your throat and a hole in your bones
As the hunger you wrote wheeled away in the whitest light.
You were few on the rope but to hunt is to hope as the swallows and moles
Dance their waltzes in 3/4 time
Blood drips white, grinding on your teeth at night
