A Pleasure to Burn 03:58
Pleasure to Burn Walk with me beneath the orange-lit sky like Kerosene and the matchstick in your mind Do you mind, do you mind if I ask you about the moon? I've got time, I'm just seventeen, skipping like a loon And have you ever held a word more beautiful than birth? Through the fire soot and sear calling forth your very worth? Now in beauty could you yield your theocracy of fear? Talk with me I fear that I'm alone The hounds of hell, they haunt me where I go Are you near, are you near? I feel them closing in... I am here, I am here, in the sovereignty of skin. And I have held a word more beautiful than birth Through the fire, soot and sear calling forth my very worth. Now in beauty I will yield... this theocracy of fear.
Robert Deeble Seattle, Washington
"Beautiful music for the sake of beautiful music" Seattle Weekly
"Deeble's authentic lyrics, along with stunning instrumental arrangements, make this album one of his strongest"
"Few of his albums are more intimately honest than Heart like Feathers..." Stereo Inversion
"I'm not sure I'd want to start rowing toward a deserted island without it." BLURT (9 out of 10 Stars)
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