1. |
Oblivion Sunrise
03:15
|
|||
|
It’s all revealed and I had to leave, and I ran down a moonlit road to the farmland fields and the sycamore trees. For the whole of the summer, undefined, undercover, and arriving unseen, and divided between,
And I don’t know what it means, or where to go to believe. In the wind in the wheels, and the spring in the fields, and summer rain on the sea - this is all meant to be.
Oblivion sunrise - you only win sometimes. I’m turning the lights down low, for the innocent souls in invisible worlds, and they’re calling.
There are times when I’m running, when I’m nowhere, and it’s coming, and I never knew why - always some way behind. Anyway, all the walls are surrounded - there’s a white door, and they’re waiting outside, and it’s right about time,
But what is that in your eye? Was it all a surprise? Are you trying to hide when you’re out on the side? Will you send out a sign? And remember the lines -
‘You’re going to win sometimes’. Oblivion sunrise. The light on the long ride home - you’ll see it all through, and forget them all soon, and you’ll be alright.
|
||||
2. |
Out In The Open
00:58
|
|||
3. |
Walden
03:43
|
|||
|
Walden
A year alone – to find out what it means. A silent pond, a cabin in the trees. You find yourself avoiding company. There is no sense in glorifying greed. The sounds of autumn carry on falling leaves. It’s back to nature, simple as you can, trust the land – a new philosophy. A lone account of worth and what survives and how to live without society - a search for inner peace
‘Have no desires – take only what you need’. Well that’s alright for you, but tell that to John Field. Far down, on hard ground - in sunlight, a circle of life, heart in harmony, and lines around arise between.
You are yet to learn your primal worth is to contribute to community - and there’s your inner peace.
When the moment arrives, what if I come to find that I had not lived? Hid it all in my mind? I arrive home, in the wild snow, to a cold room and a low moon.
As days grow dark, I watch the waters freeze. I miss my friends. I miss my family. I long to see you - I know now. You choose your path – well what’s it going to be? A different drum, wherever it may lead. The joy of living in star-still nights. Anyone could break in with a knife at any second but I, I’ve got nothing much to lose. With death before my eyes, I’d see a man who spent his days alone in some misguided search for truth. What have you done that’s good?
|
||||
Lost Moons London, UK
Lost Moons is a guy called John in London who writes songs, then asks friends with far more talent to help out.
Lost Moons recommends:
Susie Mullen / Walter de la Nightmare
by King Creosote
That Kenny Anderson is a bit of an unsung hero - makes it all sound natural and charming and full of life.
go to albumIf you like Lost Moons, you may also like:
Sorry I'm So Sensitive
by Bea Stewart
The second EP from Northern Irish singer-songwriter Bea Stewart runs from gentle folk to pillowy pop ballads, all perfectly executed.
go to album
Michelle Stodart’s folk music captures hope in melancholy, addressing the transformational aspects of the most challenging times.
go to album
Veneer (20th Anniversary Deluxe Edition)
by José González
featured on Bandcamp Radio Aug 29, 2023
go to album
Once Upon A Time In Montréal
by Murray A. Lightburn
The folk artist explores grief through these smooth and soulful tracks.
go to album
Our Blood Is Red
by Luke James Williams
Emotive acoustic balladry from this UK musician with heart on sleeve and hushed arrangements.
go to album
