Salt is what remains after the water has forgotten. It clings to stone, to skin, to the inside of a jacket left overnight on a rail. It is a kind of memory that you can taste.
When we recorded the vocal for "First Language" we cracked the studio window open. You can hear the room breathing under the take. You can hear, if you listen closely, the salt in the air.
I think about permanence often. Concrete pretends to it. Salt undoes it, quietly, over decades. Between the two of them, a song.
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