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Saturday, May 4, 2024

Julie Byrne, The Greater Wings (2023)

 

By Jack Rafferty


The lyrics on The Greater Wings are too good, and I can’t even begin to pick some to share here. While I do think the music is gorgeous, the writing is the highlight here. The songs themselves can be a bit repetitive, but they function well as the vehicle to deliver incredible lyrics. There are spectacular melodies and atmospheres, but it is nearly spoken-word poetry throughout. Essentially, in order to review this in any way that does it justice, I just need to share some of Julie’s words and let them speak for themselves.

From “Summer Glass”:

One day the skin that holds me will be dust

And I’ll be ready to travel again

For now, I want to go further in….


That’s not the same as being new forever

The shape of your hand left in the dust of summer glass

I want to be whole enough to risk again.


From “Lightning Comes Up from the Ground”:

That look is the most vivid image I have of you

The voices in my blood alive with longing

I tell you now what for so long I did not say

That if I have no right to want you

I want you anyway.


From “Hope’s Return”:

If I were young I’d be unbridled with my words

Not yet a statue, a rough break seeking hope’s return

It is so like me to dream you, to be lost to desire

Your image comes to me like terrains of fire.


There are many other examples I’d like to share, but I’ll refrain for the sake of space. Please go check out the album just to read such beautiful poetry alone. 

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