Label: Not On Label - none
Format: 8xFile, EP
Released: 27 Oct 2014
Country: US
Genre: Folk, Rock
Style: Dark Folk
Tracklist:
1 Prayer To Mother 06:02
2 Autumn's Golden Path 08:01
3 Carving Life Onto Monoliths 04:46
4 Of Hardwood And Seed (A Sapling's Heart) 08:39
5 Wandering Meadows 04:51
6 Liber 05:11
7 Reel Of Cernunnos 03:27
8 Wildness 04:02
All music by Paul and Meghan
tags: appalachian folk acoustic folk dark folk folk fusion neofolk traditional folk United States
1 Prayer To MotherPastures in the haze
rains from above
mothes green in the night
winters that long past
The silence of our forebears
wisdom turned to ash
lay me in the fires
the sage's cleansing smoke
Visions in the night
memories in the sky
heal me old ones
give prayer to to the trees
Mother to us all
2 Autumn's Golden PathColors vast in death transform
upon the sky paint the horizon warm
gold hues breathe in violet strokes
as spires of smoke transcend the darkened cloak
The greeting of twilight but a reclusive love
fires adore the cold breezes above
a tempest gale rolls beneath black wings erudite
sitting in grandeur upon oaken leaves elope with the night
Veils thin and divinely shine
whispers caught in clandestine rites
Opal views across moonlit boughs
as the firs greet elders in tongues
not forked but askew
Starlings fall across the fog
the cicadas scream, the light never dies
blossoms that always fall then rise
When flesh is torn and bone is shorn
spirits sink into dust
we are left to pick up the remains
reclaim the fruits of our lust
A soul turned to ash
A voice turned to ash
The pathways go screaming past
But the shadows always last
We grasp as spirits go streaming past, under our feet and through our minds. We clutch their memories, miss opportunities, in dreams, obscured in the shadows
3 Carving Life Onto MonolithsIn darkness we came
nameless, lost to foreign raids
stood strong, wounds agape
these hills our graves
In glory forever more
cycles, death reborn
children of the other world
seal your fate with primordial breath
as you greet the ancestors
For eternity
your legacy upon the monoliths
Eternal refuge for the soul
beyond the battlefield
upon the winds your praises sung
4 Of Hardwood And Seed (A Sapling's Heart)Swans Glide, ripples on glass
the skies open wide, and the seasons pass
on this lake before the trees, I bide my time
sands forgotten, to the oak and the pine
souls inside, the swallows fly
and the willows weep, a carnal pantomime
the Earth born, of hardwood and seed
sapling and tree, my heart rests inside
your spirit within me
5 Wandering MeadowsThere is a spot in the grass
where my heart you used to lay
There is a tree in the field
where a child used to play
In the silence of the meadows
I hear the coming storm
In the soft grass of the meadows
my spirit feels reborn
Seasons fade in time
like footsteps in the hills
Owls fly in the night
through the summer fields
Traces of our hope
where the wild rivers flow
A voice in the storm
a guide to light the path
A light on the path
A feather upon the path
On the leaves in spring
my spirit is reborn
6 LiberAbove the rays of the setting sun
I saw the skies in the light of the stars
and the clouds part against an autumn moon
As the winds blow through the trees
seas change but this place
will always be home to you
Seasons drift, time slips
in the constant tide, a harbor in the haze
as nights come, a beacon in the dark
standing tall, remaining true
This is home, this is home
to me alone, to me alone
this is home
7 Reel Of Cernunnos-
8 WildnessIn this world of scarcity
A longing for refuge a solitude of mind
Belonging to more than this blood and bone
To long for a home, one the hardest to find
In this journey of wanderlust
Travels of kith and kin
Carve your name upon others hearts
Not stone or dying skin
In the end we take nothing with us
We all cease to exist
Leave behind a noble name
One of love, fortitude and utter forgiveness
So unto all I pledge all these words
Regal a golden tide
When the sun sleeps with the Earth once more
I will be nestled within her painted eyes
A wild heart
A wild name
To which only the wind knows how to tame
To leave in reverence for the lives we touch
In wildness we return to the stars and dust
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BandCampедва ли кто осилит послушать весь этот альбом от начала и до конца. первые более-менее громкие звуки начинаются после минут так пятнадцати каких-то унылых аккордов и не менее скромных переборов тремя-четырьмя нотами на акустике и шептаний уставшей американки. тут царит тотальный беспросветный дарк-фолк - акустическая гитара, флейта, ещё вроде банджо, немножко природных семплов и загробный шёпот полумёртвой вокалистки. к концу альбома вполне можно так же окочуриться нахрен от скуки. немного выделяется трек Reel Of Cernunnos - сначала кривовато сыгранный быстрый проигрыш, похожий на какую-то кельтскую мелодию - потом до конца тру-фолковый сэмпл - щебетание вполне себе жизнерадостных птичек. впрочем вполне возможно тут самое главное это глубокомысленные тексты песен, так что все стихи аккуратно скопипастил, читаем-слушаем-читаем, и может ктонить и откроет для себя appalachian folk.
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