Owen Sheers - Shadow Man lyrics

For Mac Adams, Artist His palette is light, in all its shades and the holes it makes. Conjuring with bulb, fruit and a shock of grains spilt across gla**, a dog, resting or dead, a bird's kinetic moment in the second before flight or Karl Marx's head, born from pebble and stone into an absence of light. He works with a darkness behind his eyes, understanding as he does that it's not matter that matters, or our thoughts and words, but the shadows they throw against the lives of others.