This is my breakup song, I listen to it when things don't go to plan and two people need to walk away from each other. I know you'll never see this Ivy, but I hope you regret your actions and how you abused me. You've made me a stronger person and it's the only thing I can be thankful for.
I just want to stick the game reference here. "Someone's been walking around in your dreams lately, looking for something. Tidying up, rearranging. Storing away all the unrealized dreams, putting old pains in boxes. The worst nightmares have settled down for a while. A spot of light on the bedroom door after the dark. The fluttering of eyelids in the spring sun. A thought that arises, only to disappear again. And yet there's a pattern emerging…" "What if you didn’t lose your memory? What if something in Martinaise came and stored it all away. For you to slowly open one box at a time. So you can *choose* which parts to keep. Keep almost none of it. Only the flowers on the windowsill. Only the distant sound of a radio. Lose all the actors, the dark shadows, leave only the still lifes, the blissful distant wash of waves. If everybody knew -- you never did. She’ll be coming soon. That is all." +1 Inland Empire: In a new life +1 Rhetoric: By the seaside +1 Suggestion: Wake up
Sometimes, this song means the world for me… Sometimes I am sad and I hear nothing but the piano tiles.. But it sure is a beautiful song that tells me to keep going.
What if you didn’t lose your memory? What if something in Martinaise came and stored it all away. For you to slowly open one box at a time. So you can *choose* which parts to keep. Keep almost none of it. Only the flowers on the windowsill. Only the distant sound of a radio. Lose all the actors, the dark shadows, leave only the still lifes, the blissful distant wash of waves. If everybody knew -- you never did. She’ll be coming soon. That is all.
We stay way all in time when the Caroline bids you Too say will end her kind, will mean anything We love your Caroline Didn't you hear this tale, through them And longer than my bed but never to cover your sins Come back and smash a crown To hell before your head, anyway Enter where you can Remember her again Free them and say their names As loud as they will let you think The songs you hear but just can't sing out today Don't you cry, go lie down in the day Freedom has come to burn You've come to say my name, how it is over I'm frightened and I'm right Your candles are burning again
espers folx put out some good stuff. i really miss greg weeks. can never seem to find anything new from him but i still often listen to these great espers cds.
incredible song... ive recently found this and have listened to it several times over again... im so sorry to hear he has passed, this is very sad to me.
This is what American folk should be. Alas, I've had to go "foreign" to find good folk. For example, Axel Frank and Antje Hoppenrath's duets with Werkraum give a similar experience. Try Werkraum's "Chanson de la plus haute tour"
