Haverstock Hill

from by Gabriel Mortali

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Morning brings sheets of rain thin as wax paper along.
While I’m soaked down to my heels, sweating alcohol like, darling, we’re still young.

In a sleep, I build my way home with just the moon and some headphones.
Broken Fingers on the telephone, he said, “He’s my boy, but I don’t know. He can’t tend the line. I thought I’d shown him to tend the line.”

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from Glaucus, released March 14, 2017

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Gabriel Mortali New Haven, Connecticut

Gabriel Mortali is a singer-songwriter whose musical endeavors have been greatly influenced by the titans of acoustic guitar and rock-and-roll, and have also been pitched in one direction or another by those of smaller stature in genres not quite as defined. His approach is simple and soulful. His words, often cryptic and sparse, are there to reach the listener perhaps only in fragments. ... more

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