Fourth Zone of Gaits

Young Jesus

Those grinding electric guitars that bookend this song are so beautiful — over three minutes of zen. And the minute in between is this vocal drop from John Rossiter — a kind of relentless Buddhist poem that washes over you.

A broken arm lies broken
Lying down you feel the pulse
And you are bleeding greener grasses
Than the open ocean
Running through your head it's like an ocean
With the amplitude
The frequency of momentary openness
The brokenhearted open ocean running through
The back of moments emptied of
The openhearted thinking through the talking I have
Given every moment this is
Openness to broken arms
The bleeding of
A greener sort of moment thinking through it
All the time
This is the moment I am thinking
All the time

Uncompromising art rock at its best, but never self-indulgent because there’s always an indie, emo feeling to their music that keeps it raw and meaningful. This beauty is from THE WHOLE THING IS JUST THERE a Saddle Creek release.