Zach Thompson - Algebra Parable EP (2025)

Artist: Zach Thompson
Title: Algebra Parable
Year Of Release: 2025
Label: Breakfast Records
Genre: Folk, Singer-Songwriter
Quality: FLAC (tracks)
Total Time: 20:16
Total Size: 122 Mb
WebSite: Album Preview
Tracklist: Title: Algebra Parable
Year Of Release: 2025
Label: Breakfast Records
Genre: Folk, Singer-Songwriter
Quality: FLAC (tracks)
Total Time: 20:16
Total Size: 122 Mb
WebSite: Album Preview
01. Be As It May (3:48)
02. Heart Of Stone (5:09)
03. Ireland's Child (4:08)
04. And Today (0:55)
05. Titled (6:16)
Zach Thompson recently released his new EP, Algebra Parable. It’s a stunning collection of songs, and to find out more about each track we asked Zach to go behind the scenes of each one.
I was walking through Manhattan the day Roberta Flack died. The window man had been long dead. I remember seeing the candlewax pooled in the dish. We walked around the sculpture park and drank overpriced tea packaged in synthetic parcels. The painter, the seamstress and myself. One man had a look of Allen Ginsberg. His eyes burned in a way that operated at the adequate standard required to receive the dream. Another had a black plastic walking stick that turned into a one-legged chair. I was looking at people looking at Warhol. It was tomorrow now, half past two and three in the morning. I’d got that fingerpicking pattern off a fisherman in Wolverhampton. Time passed again and I found myself walking through the sculpture park with the window man. We embarked upon the bass clarinet to cure our equivocation.
I was walking through Manhattan the day Roberta Flack died. The window man had been long dead. I remember seeing the candlewax pooled in the dish. We walked around the sculpture park and drank overpriced tea packaged in synthetic parcels. The painter, the seamstress and myself. One man had a look of Allen Ginsberg. His eyes burned in a way that operated at the adequate standard required to receive the dream. Another had a black plastic walking stick that turned into a one-legged chair. I was looking at people looking at Warhol. It was tomorrow now, half past two and three in the morning. I’d got that fingerpicking pattern off a fisherman in Wolverhampton. Time passed again and I found myself walking through the sculpture park with the window man. We embarked upon the bass clarinet to cure our equivocation.