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124. Two Wrongs by Samana 

Thankfully, the poems have stopped. I worried the rest of my life would think out fifth rate rhyming couplets. Back to the music. An intense, but wonderful, purchase is Samana's self-titled third album. 

Some breathtakingly fragile tunes that carry great weight are at play. Opener Into The Blue sets the tone wonderfully, but this track is the stunner and I'm so glad to have it on wax. Franklin builds the sonics to a truly blistering crescendo abetted by lush soaring strings that stirs up some proper marvel. Rebecca's highly distinctive voice is its own instrument and her lyrics are both intense and profound.

We all struggle to contain and govern dual conflicting forces in our lives. Sitting on a wooden pew letting intangible thoughts of God's creativity pour into me, hoping to make the struggle easier, is my freedom quest. Rebecca's flickering imagery harks back to the freight trains of freedom that influenced writers in 50s America and beyond. Here's the mighty Kerouac;

'The freight train still rumbles over a hundred cars long, the engine threw the flare on little white bathers, little Picasso horses of the night as dense and tragic in the gloom comes my soul looking for what was there that disappeared and left, lost, down a path—the gloom of love.' *

It smells fresh as we're still hopelessly addicted to exploring our inner-selves in less cerebral ways than classicism. Freight-train riding represents the big ideas we have about America. Its expansive, diverse and sensory imagery sparks our imagination and feeds our own freedom quest. These sensory lyrics reflect the transient nature of freight train images, encasing what, for many, encompasses the attraction of the true freedom quest, the great unknown. Albeit, in a more poetic manner than most. 

I'm off to bask in its majesty, at least until the footy starts.   

* Jack Kerouac- Maggie Cassidy