From the KSPS PBS studios, its Inland Sessions.

We welcome the Spokane based indie folk group, Heat Speak.

Heat Speak defines impassioned lyrics and intricate arrangements.

Enjoy this unique blend of indie rock and world fusion.

I can see you more clearly with the sun down.

I can see you more clearly with the sun down.

In the hour when the sun is blue and the water is black.

Too early for the moonrise.

Too late to count your toes.

But you can feel them in the sand.

So take a good guess.

Try to wiggle them one at a time and take a good guess.

I can see you more clearly with the sun down.

I can see you more clearly with the sun down.

Waves sculpt the stone with which hands rest.

Pressed against the walls of the sea.

In the middle lives a whale.

On the shore walks a man.

Not unlike, not unlike each other.

They sing through bone and skin.

Water gods feed the water schools and cerulean blue.

Sculpt the stone Ancient stone Deep as our hands drowned that summer in the Baltic Sea.

Our feet wet with rain wet with rain.

Song for a Fisherman.

Theres smoke on your lips like melody Song for a Fishermen Smoke on your lips like melody Sculpt the stone Ancient stone Deep as our hands drowned that summer in the Baltic Sea Our feet wet with rain Wet with rain Song for a Fisherman There's smoke on your lips like melody Song for a Fisherman There's smoke on your lips like melody Song for a fishermen There's smoke on your lips like melody We keep on singing.

Now with the lights out Like a band of fairies unfazed by the swings of human sorrow.

And so I take to the candle and the rhythm of breath Open up to the cosmos and welcome death.

But it ain't my time to enter the sun A star in the sand forever young Shine on you Shine on you Shine on you Shine on you These open corners and flood with daylight Like a spring fed cistern Carved from the stone and wood that burned down.

So I take to the hillside and the rhythm of breath Walk up to the apex and welcome death But it ain't my time to enter the sun.

A star in the sand forever young Shine on you Shine on you Shine on you Shine on you Mary, where have you gone?

You brought your soft animal body along.

If I'd known youd depart so soon.

Id have wrote one for you To tell you your words are Stuck in the threads of my rugs Smeared on the glass where your view from above Can see my young soul Leonard I knew you'd be gone Well before Mary so I sung you a song Cause you drink like a shark and smoke like an ember.

It's not fair, but nor is our death day for those who follow our tracks Cause we never look back with wonder So leave it to me.

I'll make it sound sweet Like you were a saint Not a fish out of water gasping for something to say.

Laying on the last gulf of sand I can sense the tide is creeping near.

I clench my feet to anticipate the cold Can I keep it all still while the salt engulfs my nap?

Is it meditation if I flinch?

Will the pelicans laugh?

Is it meditation if I flinch?

The westward wind gets the better of me.

So I move our camp up shore And clear a bed from the dish like stones drop a bag full of fruit and God else knows What then, when we turn our back to the sea?

What's next for me?

To forgo a morning with the shore is a lost love.

Why focus on the dark?

My garden charm, Hold me in your arms I tasted soil this year From the cupboard of a grand fir on the west end.

I wandered towards that dream.

I rolled up my sleeves, carved my bones like roots in the soil, burrowing through, waiting for you Mist in the face so I can come down.

It's bottled up trees in a potion I found.

I carry my weight in sound As cold as it feels from the ground.

The light on your cheek is a pink rosy mint The last of the sunlight our Fatherhood sent Children of the sun repent The fate of our shadows depends on the fate of the shadows depends on The fate of our shadows depend on The fate of our shadows depend on And I cant see the dark side of you God forbid, I trust the clues Another shallow breath I cant undo If I believe every time I spit and swear to God, I would see the dark side of you.

I promised I wouldn't give you the satisfaction of making this a song But I find myself in the mountains Cutting all the ties and wishing I was wrong.

And I can see the dark side of you God forbid I trust the clues Another shallow breath I can't undo If I believe every time I spit and swear to God I would see the dark side of you.

Hear more from the artists on this program on the Inland Sessions podcast available now at KSPS.org/podcast