She's no longer a jazz musician. This is the beauty of an evolving artist. I like that she challenges my mind as well. Considering that I am a fan of Morton Feldman and Karlheinz Stockhausen, it's refreshing to see someone these days pushing boundaries.
Lyrics What comes when you rise from the middle Then step up and ride the comet What comes when you rise from the middle Then step up and ride the comet You've figured out so much up there On your own now let us step in The bottom half that moves you round the world The legs and orbit of your dream are vast You spot it then just watch it pass Psst, psst, down here We remember everything you've come through And we're readying to rise you There's a new modality of love to be dis-covered What are you waiting for? We're dangled or crossed Beneath you like we're worthless While you work away We're bent or locked still Listening to tapping digits We too must uphold, so holy And what's great about them? Everything they've ever carried They've put down and left somewhere At best to maybe someday be re-found We work the largest muscle groups And come up against sit bones What makes you so tired? When we're readying to rise? Worrying and forgetting where you were headed Even with your thoughts distracted, we'll get there walking We know you and why you never See us or get to know us And on airplanes we have no space Because it is presumed we have no insights Or senses that contribute to our goals Our language is the memory of everywhere you've been In usefulness we preach And you may refer to us whenever you are lost, or stuck Or doubting will with its brain-based complexities We've been through it all with you And do our best to move you With dual reminders of your progress And how you must walk the distance ahead What you are facing now may appear to be more Of the same But we are readying to rise you To another plane of existence That comes when you rise from the middle Then step up and ride the comet That comes when you rise from the middle Then step up and ride the comet
This Genius Album is Something to be discovered! piece by piece bit by bit weaving its golden fabric subtly within you until you realize it is holding the most leading edge wisdoms and is the new modality of love being received.
What comes when you rise from the middle Then step up and ride the comet What comes when you rise from the middle Then step up and ride the comet You've figured out so much up there On your own now let us step in The bottom half that moves you round the world The legs and orbit of your dream are vast You spot it then just watch it pass Psst, psst, down here We remember everything you've come through And we're readying to rise you There's a new modality of love to be dis-covered What are you waiting for? We're dangled or crossed Beneath you like we're worthless While you work away We're bent or locked still Listening to tapping digits We too must uphold, so holy And what's great about them? Everything they've ever carried They've put down and left somewhere At best to maybe someday be re-found We work the largest muscle groups And come up against sit bones What makes you so tired? When we're readying to rise? Worrying and forgetting where you were headed Even with your thoughts distracted, we'll get there walking We know you and why you never See us or get to know us And on airplanes we have no space Because it is presumed we have no insights Or senses that contribute to our goals Our language is the memory of everywhere you've been In usefulness we preach And you may refer to us whenever you are lost, or stuck Or doubting will with its brain-based complexities We've been through it all with you And do our best to move you With dual reminders of your progress And how you must walk the distance ahead What you are facing now may appear to be more Of the same But we are readying to rise you To another plane of existence That comes when you rise from the middle Then step up and ride the comet That comes when you rise from the middle Then step up and ride the comet
THIS IS AN OBSCURE, SOPHISTICATED AND BORDERING ON THE OCCULT, SORT OF AN ALBUM; JANGLING NEW PERSPECTIVES LYRICALLY AND SONICALLY-EVOLVING US ALL BACK INTO A CENTER, THAT CANNOT BE SEEN, BUT FATHOMED...A KIND OF SUN THAT REFUSES TO SHINE NAKED; DRESSING ITSELF UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT WITH THAT COLD AND WHITE MOON...
The Black Bjork has finally almost arrived. *JazzBjork" The difference is, Bjork does not need to annoy you with talk during her songs, and.... Bjork understands that its actually OK to create unusually creative music using pretty melodies.
I love Bjork and Esperanza, and this album does remind me of some Bjork. BUT this comment is so gross.. "Black Bjork"... no.... I don't understand how you can compare them and talk down on Esperanza for "talking" in her music.. like she can only sing the words? You're implying that Esperanza doesn't understand music or what she is creating...as if she's not a genius.. not to go on a rant but just appreciate both artists because they're both great in their own ways.
She's no longer a jazz musician. This is the beauty of an evolving artist. I like that she challenges my mind as well. Considering that I am a fan of Morton Feldman and Karlheinz Stockhausen, it's refreshing to see someone these days pushing boundaries.
This is like where Joni Mitchell was heading and Esperanza took the wheel and got us there! Brilliant. Can't wait to see her here in SF!
What a great idea is this massive drop of music, because it invites you to listen.
Totally agree. It's consumed my whole day! :D
Lyrics
What comes when you rise from the middle
Then step up and ride the comet
What comes when you rise from the middle
Then step up and ride the comet
You've figured out so much up there
On your own now let us step in
The bottom half that moves you round the world
The legs and orbit of your dream are vast
You spot it then just watch it pass
Psst, psst, down here
We remember everything you've come through
And we're readying to rise you
There's a new modality of love to be dis-covered
What are you waiting for?
We're dangled or crossed
Beneath you like we're worthless
While you work away
We're bent or locked still
Listening to tapping digits
We too must uphold, so holy
And what's great about them?
Everything they've ever carried
They've put down and left somewhere
At best to maybe someday be re-found
We work the largest muscle groups
And come up against sit bones
What makes you so tired?
When we're readying to rise?
Worrying and forgetting where you were headed
Even with your thoughts distracted, we'll get there walking
We know you and why you never
See us or get to know us
And on airplanes we have no space
Because it is presumed we have no insights
Or senses that contribute to our goals
Our language is the memory of everywhere you've been
In usefulness we preach
And you may refer to us whenever you are lost, or stuck
Or doubting will with its brain-based complexities
We've been through it all with you
And do our best to move you
With dual reminders of your progress
And how you must walk the distance ahead
What you are facing now may appear to be more
Of the same
But we are readying to rise you
To another plane of existence
That comes when you rise from the middle
Then step up and ride the comet
That comes when you rise from the middle
Then step up and ride the comet
Elma caines you’re a saint
This Genius Album is Something to be discovered! piece by piece bit by bit weaving its golden fabric subtly within you until you realize it is holding the most leading edge wisdoms and is the new modality of love being received.
Louder louder, dearest Esperanza!
Great new work! Spalding's chamber-jazz, art-song compositions (if that is what they are) remind me a little of the classic disk Kew. Rhone.
The feet one is cute. This one is like aged cuteness. I'm also completely sure that is what legs would sing about if legs could sing.
This song is about legs. It took me a while but I figured it out! Read the lyrics and it makes perfect sense! 😂
So much great wonderful HOPE to be had here.
picking up the pieces of a mind, blown...
I‘m so in love with this new big thing-12 little spells🙏🏾thank you
Tim Burtonlike
Dank. Enough said.
There’s a new modality of love to be discovered, what are you waiting for?
Yaaaasssss!!! That went thru my bone marrow GOD!!!
this is magic
Eu te amo. Você salvou meu dia
Acho que qualquer ser humano reconheceria que isso é pura mágica
I just can't get enough of this album. Can't wait til it's released and I don't have to hear Squarespace ads between every song! :D
ADBLOCK PLUS
What comes when you rise from the middle
Then step up and ride the comet
What comes when you rise from the middle
Then step up and ride the comet
You've figured out so much up there
On your own now let us step in
The bottom half that moves you round the world
The legs and orbit of your dream are vast
You spot it then just watch it pass
Psst, psst, down here
We remember everything you've come through
And we're readying to rise you
There's a new modality of love to be dis-covered
What are you waiting for?
We're dangled or crossed
Beneath you like we're worthless
While you work away
We're bent or locked still
Listening to tapping digits
We too must uphold, so holy
And what's great about them?
Everything they've ever carried
They've put down and left somewhere
At best to maybe someday be re-found
We work the largest muscle groups
And come up against sit bones
What makes you so tired?
When we're readying to rise?
Worrying and forgetting where you were headed
Even with your thoughts distracted, we'll get there walking
We know you and why you never
See us or get to know us
And on airplanes we have no space
Because it is presumed we have no insights
Or senses that contribute to our goals
Our language is the memory of everywhere you've been
In usefulness we preach
And you may refer to us whenever you are lost, or stuck
Or doubting will with its brain-based complexities
We've been through it all with you
And do our best to move you
With dual reminders of your progress
And how you must walk the distance ahead
What you are facing now may appear to be more
Of the same
But we are readying to rise you
To another plane of existence
That comes when you rise from the middle
Then step up and ride the comet
That comes when you rise from the middle
Then step up and ride the comet
Sheer genius.
WOW I LOVE THIS
:) brilliant as always
Inspired 🌹✨
Is no one going to talk about that last groove?
Amazing
THIS IS AN OBSCURE, SOPHISTICATED AND BORDERING ON THE OCCULT, SORT OF AN ALBUM; JANGLING NEW PERSPECTIVES LYRICALLY AND SONICALLY-EVOLVING US ALL BACK INTO A CENTER, THAT CANNOT BE SEEN, BUT FATHOMED...A KIND OF SUN THAT REFUSES TO SHINE NAKED; DRESSING ITSELF UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT WITH THAT COLD AND WHITE MOON...
The Black Bjork has finally almost arrived. *JazzBjork" The difference is, Bjork does not need to annoy you with talk during her songs, and.... Bjork understands that its actually OK to create unusually creative music using pretty melodies.
Black Bjork...? Esperanza? Not at all.
Bjork wishes she could be this good. Sit down.
I love Bjork and Esperanza, and this album does remind me of some Bjork. BUT this comment is so gross.. "Black Bjork"... no.... I don't understand how you can compare them and talk down on Esperanza for "talking" in her music.. like she can only sing the words? You're implying that Esperanza doesn't understand music or what she is creating...as if she's not a genius.. not to go on a rant but just appreciate both artists because they're both great in their own ways.
@@prince_minikid I agree.
Why do she sound evil