Pisces Rising - "The Descent" ( Tiny Desk Concert Submission ! ) In case you didn't know - Pisces Rising has an unconditional love for a few things in this life, among these few ( and somewhere at the very top of our list, hovering just under "coffee", "puppies" and "music" ) are ... "tiny things" and "NPR". So, obviously, when we heard that NPR's Tiny Desk Concert Series , (also on the list, see under NPR: subheading- "life goals") was calling for video submissions, we committed ourself to showing our favorite public media broadcasters just who we are and what Pisces Rising is about. We had to choose a single song to encapsulate our musical and personal intentions as both individual artists and as a collective, performance based entity. This song had to be as exciting and as cherished as the opportunity itself was ( and still is ) to us. In this light, it seemed only fitting to unveil a brand new song, "The Descent", unheard and - in many ways - like the song's subject herself, an untapped potential until the right pair of eyes fell upon her. "The Descent" is the very first track in the upcoming full length folk-opera album based on the Greek myth of Persephone. While we are generally of the opinion that a song should speak for itself, without any explanation on the artists part , for the sake of those unfamiliar with the Myth - "The Descent" tells the tale, from disoriented Persephone's per view, of the God of the Underworld, Pluto, and how he split the Earth in-two, stealing the young maiden from the fields of Crete, down into the depths of Hades to be his Queen Music & Lyrics : Arielle Bryant Harmonies: Austin Moss Lyrics: Never should have come here in the first place but it smelled so sweet. Never should have come here in the first place but the sound it carried me - To the field, n’eath the Sun pickin’ fists, overflown with baby’s breath and olive branch I never saw him comin’ , No. For I thought it was the pounding of this heart within my chest ‘til I was greeted with that beating closing fast and imminent. There were hooves inside the Earth, a rhythm, warning from within. The screeching squeals of wooden wheels beneath a burning chariot. Then, some monolith, a figure, rose from clay and dust ‘til mine were met with eyes of ice, wanten and lascivious. Behold! Dear Father’s brother does baffle with that smile! Yet, feral formed and fury filled he drags me all the while. And I saw black horses and I heard the howling of his hound. Three mouths upon the single mount, that hellish mut from elder yarn. Barking, snarling up my scent, the frost of fingers grip my arm. Then, down and down and deeper still, gaining ground with every whip! ‘Til his cackling met his cracking and my dress came all unhinged! Then all at once, and from my grip, a bouquet hastened its escape. I blurry-caught those blossoms’ frenzied petals stemming in their wake. And it was at this dusk it dawned on me as Pluto loosed a pleased guffaw, that my era with the Sun and Moon was lost as I was lost! And I saw black horses, and I heard the howling of his hound. Ooooooh