Psalms of Survival - Bowery Electric

In a plane that’s flown much higher

Opened up across the neck

Filming records of the hour

All the details they’d elect

Psalms of survival

Psalms of survival

Time and speed affect the frame

And the view above the ground

Through a lens, a tiny fissure

Wishing it would settle down

Psalms of survival

Psalms of survival

From the air it’s just a grain

Another square of parcelled ground

Films of people living there

Don’t have any sound

Psalms of survival

Psalms of survival