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Sidhe
05:46
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Sing for me one more, my darling, my boy
Open your throat for your love to enjoy
Haven't I given you all that you craved
And isn't your soul better sated than saved?
Light is distant, and morning is miles away
And I feel every throb as your nightingale heart
Pleads to ply me and please me and do as I say
And your hands ache to shape all my nature to art
Write me a page now, my darling, my dear
Come let me whisper the words in your ear
Do you not love me with no other thought
But a jealous desire for the treasure you’ve bought?
Light is fading, and time has no power in this place
Wet your pen in the void, spill the ink at my feet
Scrawl my name on your mind and leave no empty space
Yield yourself to my touch with no room for retreat
Speak me a poem, just one little verse
Give me your voice and I’ll banish your thirst
Haven't I loved you much sweeter than sin?
Would you not taste me again and again?
Light is nothing, come into the night of my arms
I will pull all the needlessness out of your head
I will keep you inside where you’ll come to no harm
Let me look in your eyes–you will rest when you're dead.
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2. |
Hob-Elf
05:02
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I can see in the dark
Well enough to find my way alone
Nothing knows I'm here
I am safe to roam
In a skin that will burn
If I'm caught by the light of day
If I stay too long
Where I have no home
But for just right now
The indifferent moon
Leaves me be
Lets me see
Something almost holy
Where the water shines
Something almost peaceful
Something almost mine
Though I never look down
Far enough to meet my eyes
In the place behind
Something bright unfolds
That can never survive
In the space that was hollowed out
For the birthright left
To a stillborn soul
But for just right now
I forget that I
Should not be
And I see
Something almost pretty
Something almost pure
Though the curse is in me
And there is no cure
And no hating by halves
All of me is for all the world
To revile and fear
And none more than I
Why I bother to hide
I can barely remember now
Would it be so bad
If I had to die?
But for just right now
I must breathe the air
In the night
Out the light
Something almost steady
Something almost real
In the grey and gloaming
Something I can feel
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3. |
The Houses of Healing
04:27
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Hope in tatters, caught up in the cloud-wrack
Long I kept bitter watches of night
Staring outward with eyes that were starless
I spoke to the darkness
‘Til one day the darkness spoke back
Black breath and deathless cold, soul in a stranglehold
Dread sinking down to despair
Under the shadow is only the fog
And the taste of the ash in the air
Every bend on the path is the same
Walking labyrinths of frostbitten flowers
Dreaming only the wraith-dreams of winter
Remembering pain
When I cannot remember my name
The surface unbroken, the nightmare awoken
As courage and steadfastness fail
Silence gives way to oblivion–-then–-
One voice calling clear in the vale
Then a gust like the fresh mountain snow
All at once comes to banish the haze
Rushing down from the dome of the stars
In a breath from afar
That my face is the first one to know
The shadow is lifted, the day bearing gifts
Long thought buried, forgotten by time
Ever truth may remain in the memory still
Carried on in the words of a rhyme
So the noblest blooms of the earth
In the humblest gardens may grow
Small and quiet, and listening always
To answer the call
To come forth and remember their worth
The false dream is ended, and warmth is rekindled
Once more now the true light will burn
The hands that are held in the hands of the healer
Are touched with the fire’s return
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4. |
Watch Me (Wanda's Song)
03:10
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Tonight
In my own
Living room
It'll be
The event
Of the year
A very special hour
Your family is ours
Hello neighbor
I am the same as you
And I want the same things, too
Love
And a place
Of my own
And a seed
For a life
That is grown
Down in the greener grass
Dreams are allowed to last
I hear them sometimes
The beauty that could be
For every version of me
But me
See it all
Come alive
On the screen
In a world
That is bright
That is clean
You can do it all
You can have it all
But don't try too hard
Or you could push it till it breaks
Till you're alone when you're awake
Can anybody tell me why
My head hurts so bad?
My head just hurts so bad
But all
It would take
Is one thought
Touch a flame
Cut a rift
Pull a thread
In the mastery
Of probability
I found the sure thing
You call it witchery
I call it everything I could be
I want
Only what
I deserve
What you get
Without trying
At all
The window shows me
You think you know me
And I know you see me
I feel you watching from inside
Well you can watch me change your mind
Can anybody tell me why
My head hurts so bad?
This ache is the worst I've had
Can anybody tell me why
My head hurts so bad?
My head just hurts so bad
My head just hurts so bad
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5. |
Felled
02:54
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I had a dream you were set free
Dreams are a sweet way of saying
That wishes are only for children
And I’ve given up on praying
I turned the dream into a song
Songs are a sad way of trying
To comfort the living when everyone knows
That there is no peace for the dying
I made the song into a bird
Birds are an old way of showing
The soul may grow wings of its own
Although we have no way of knowing
I found the bird cold in the snow
Snow is a sure way of telling
Every thing under the sky
Is bound either for falling or felling
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6. |
Phantom/Limerence
04:15
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The shape of absence changes
to fit the missing limb
what is a name
but an emptiness
held within my mouth
until I can breathe again
How I have wrapped myself all around the hollow place
Heavy with hunger in its pull
Oh, and the phantom pains drift in, but never out
Oh never enough to make it full
The ache spreads from the center
the arrow splits the dark
mine is the hand,
mine the heart made bare
waiting for the shot
until it completes the arc
How I have craved this wounding, now comes the secret rite
Never so near the sacred source
Oh, and my blood in answer wells up with ancient need
To feel and obey the tidal force
The locking of the mind’s eye
on the object in the night sky
only the moons know to understand
how to count the hours
the planets are moving by
How, to a face beholden, a whole existence turns
Even a world may live in thrall
Oh, when the captive body becomes the captured soul
That which was one at last is all
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7. |
Ghost Light
02:33
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It's hard to be a ghost inside a lighthouse with no light
Watching through the dark where once the ships passed in the night
Lonesome winds and waves like kettledrums
Beating for a heart that never comes
It's strange to be a name inside a book that has been closed
When you still feel the things you used to feel, but no one knows
Every love and all the cares you wore
Washed out like the beach after a storm
High tide
Full moon
Terns cry
Gulls croon
Sunrise
Sleep soon
Hope and wishful thinking can be easy to mistake
I'm not sure if I dream or if I'm ever quite awake
I thought I heard a sound that I could swear
Was almost like a foot upon the stair
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8. |
Wicked Wind
02:01
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