The Dry Timber - Maeve Calder (Official Audio)

a thumbnail, dry resin, and the rain on the cabin porch 🍃 Warm tropical-house at 116 BPM with plucked synths, soft mallets and finger-snaps, made for an afternoon of rain and things left unsaid. Listen to the full catalog:    / @maevecaldermusic   wait out the rain... you are sitting on a cabin porch while the afternoon rain drips off the forest. someone next to you is scraping dry resin off an old axe handle with a thumbnail. the quiet between you is heavy, and neither of you has cleared it yet. you sit close in a small space and count the things you both hide. we measure the space between you and me. don't reach for the latch, let the weather stay deep. the porch floor is damp and you sit in the shadow of a kerosene lamp. for the two of you who are still waiting to say it. a steady four-on-the-floor pulse at 116 bpm keeps time while nobody talks. warm plucked synths and a husky voice sit close, like the lamp on the porch. good for scraping resin, sanding a handle or sitting out the rain. do you know the kind of silence where a whole afternoon goes by slowly? if you like warm melodic pop and tropical house, this sits right beside them. the pine sap hardens and the mountain stays still around you. Lyrics The dry timber rests right across your knee We measure the space between you and me Your thumbnail is scraping the resin away There is nothing left left for the end of the day The forest is dripping, the porch floor is damp We sit in the shadow of kerosene lamp You stare at the grain as the gray weather slides We're keeping the count of the things we hide The dry timber rests right across your knee We measure the space between you and me The resin is heavy, the mountain is still We wait on the porch and we always will The handle is polished from seasons of work A silence between us where neither can shirk Your fingers are resting right next to the steel We notice the quiet and what we conceal You stare at the grain as the gray weather slides We're keeping the count of the things we hide The dry timber rests right across your knee We measure the space between you and me The resin is heavy, the mountain is still We wait on the porch and we always will Don't reach for the latch, let the weather stay deep The promises here are too quiet to keep Just watch how the pine sap hardens the line The dry timber rests right across your knee We measure the space between you and me The resin is heavy, the mountain is still We wait on the porch and we always will Just leave it right there on the floor Maeve Calder is a virtual artist. This song and visual were created with AI. #tropicalhouse #rainyafternoon #cabinvibes