mama
i'm a fool for all ive done
left her body
at the dawning
of the cairn and carried on
and papa
know that we can't tarry long
show no folly
in the stalling
of the ferryman, charon
and oh--
I know not what I'm for
but my face by the fireside warms
alone in what I've known
but my faith in the firelight grows
and a face by the fireside shows
mama
ill find my arbiter alone
in waters seething,
timber teeming,
not the leaves of ancient tomes
and papa
ill write my likeness in the stones
but never cheating
something fleeting
as every one of them erodes
and oh--
I know not what I'm for
but my face by the fireside warms
alone in what I've known
but my faith in the firelight grows
as i gaze on the mother of crows
An absolutely stunning release. The music is fraught with cicadas and mimosa blooms, and blends beautifully with the lazy southern haze of the afternoon. Heading back in for a second spin. Thank you for releasing this album. Randy Arnold
By reading the comments and some of the reviews it's easy to see how potent this mixture of sounds is for evoking beautiful and haunting visions...and I agree.
I see ghosts wading in a pond in the middle of a foggy forest. aelia
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