When the sun will kiss on my faceeee
VOICES WILL TELL ME THAT I SHOULD CARRY ON
My favorite part is the âfigure laughing at meâ part.
That s*** hits
What we were to each other.... that we are still
Call me by the old, familiar name

Any idea when the full album will be available on vinyl
First listen with some African beer and Scarface. Letâs go brother

In Heaven there is no beer
What we were to each other.... that we are still
Call me by the old, familiar name

"The outro features Abel doing a reading of the poem, âDeath Is Nothing At Allâ by Henry Scott-Holland. This poem is often read at funerals."

Cry For Me and SĂŁo Paulo has me in a deadly chokehold right now
SĂŁo Paulo got me Testing in Brazil rn
Havenât bought any merch since after hours glad I did for this album ,
his magnum opus


"The outro features Abel doing a reading of the poem, âDeath Is Nothing At Allâ by Henry Scott-Holland. This poem is often read at funerals."

@kiddash3r
Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
That, we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way
which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect.
Without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolute unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you.
For an interval.
Somewhere. Very near.
Just around the corner.
All is well.

I love how nerdy Abel gets with the references
this s*** deeply layered
I love how nerdy Abel gets with the references
Him being a nerd is lowkey one of his songwriting superpowers.
Trilogy written by someone with less eclectic influences and perspectives would probably be mid, tbh
Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
That, we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way
which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect.
Without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolute unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you.
For an interval.
Somewhere. Very near.
Just around the corner.
All is well.

sequel tothe EAIT poem
"It's never easy falling in love again" Open Hearts lowkey speaking to what I'm dealing with rn no kizzy

