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AirLands leans in close to share a light

flick, flicker…

and then reaches for the burning sun.

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Poem-0

AirLands leans in close to share a light

flick, flicker…

and then reaches for the burning sun.

Poem 1

There are drums & vocals,

cello & guitars,

bass & French horn,

hope & chaos.

Poem 1

There are drums & vocals,

cello & guitars,

bass & French horn,

hope & chaos.

Poem 2

Some might call it chamber pop,

and yes, it’s sweeping and lush,

but sometimes the waves

build to windstorms, and sometimes

the ceiling disappears, and it soars.

There are more harmonies than shred.

But there’s a tiny bit of shred,

in a soft way.

We call it soft shred.

Poem 2

Some might call it chamber pop,

and yes, it’s sweeping and lush,

but sometimes the waves

build to windstorms, and sometimes

the ceiling disappears, and it soars.

There are more harmonies than shred.

But there’s a tiny bit of shred,

in a soft way.

We call it soft shred.

AirLands recently signed a publishing deal with CBSViacom/Paramount, writes for Meta, and has been featured in multiple televisions series.

Poem 3

Sometimes the drums

come in from over the hills.

Or barefoot from the next room.

Think haunting cello and chiming guitar.

Think naked voices laying down in a bed of keyboards.

Think five people trusting a song

and using it to climb into the sky.

Poem 3

Sometimes the drums

come in from over the hills.

Or barefoot from the next room.

Think haunting cello and chiming guitar.

Think naked voices laying down in a bed of keyboards.

Think five people trusting a song

and using it to climb into the sky.

poem 4

AirLands makes songs that are both

about what a person knows,

and what a person doesn’t know,

trusting the songs to hold the space,

and do the work and the witnessing.