As moon shines
On East River,
The lights go out,
Fire door shut
On a hospital room.
The nurses
Are at their stations.
Intercom crackle
Chases a scream
Down the hall.
Some running.
Some crying.
Some healing.
Some dying.
Group time
In the dayroom:
Mother of three
Shouting at the doctor
In the room next door.
Friends visit.
I’m not forgotten.
Glad they’re here,
But worried the days
Could change to weeks.
Some running.
Some crying.
Some healing.
Some dying.
An old man
Wants to go home:
Lawyered up
And says he’s no threat
To himself.
So grateful
To wear my own cloths.
Resident comes,
She’s bringing me drugs
I can’t pronounce.
Some running.
Some crying.
Some healing.
Some dying.
Dreamy vocals, pulsing rhythms, and eerie synths come together to create luxe but ominous atmospheres on the latest from Toronto's Praises. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 3, 2021