A decidedly mystical folk song with a classical influence (and some wind noises!)
Lyrics, mixing and production: Somhairle Kelly
Music, vocals and ukulele: Elly Hadaway
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This is the fifth and final track of my 2015 EP, "Tell Me Where the Ocean Went", and I think one of my favourites. Like every track from the EP, it is about an aspect of the British landscape: in this case the autumnal change from harvest to leaf-fall, and the colours, seen through the eyes of an artist.
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The woodland looks fantastic at this
time of year. (In the strictest sense;
a fantasy, a mere collage of every
smeared and painted word.) It begins
with greens; I'll spare the list I
heard, and only note: they're mostly stones.
The amber, though, is always
earth. There's nothing trapped, and no
beginning there; no tree to bleed,
no time laid down for bandages.
The gold's a cousin-rhyme to autumn
sun; we know it's dying now, and
yet it isn't gone. All down each
leaf, the shellfish-trickle runs;
one last imperious hurrah, some
bastard stateless church. So read
the book you brought; it doesn't matter
which. You need a brush, a pen, a
memory - whatever ink you always use -
and wait. The link will forge itself.
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