Track #5 from Died In The Wool - Manafon Variations
There's a certain slant of light,
On winter afternoons,
That oppresses, like the weight
Of cathedral tunes.
Heavenly hurt it gives us;
We can find no scar,
But internal difference
Where the meanings are.
None may teach it anything,
'Tis the seal, despair,-
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the air.
When it comes, the landscape listens,
Shadows hold their breath;
When it goes, 't is like the distance
On the look of death.
-Emily Dickinson
this is just sublime.
aproachingsilence 4 months ago
i think david has responded with the tradgedy of micks death producing a beautiful record
TheRichmoth 4 months ago
One of his better tracks of late.
Maxiclaudi 4 months ago
Pure Art. Wonderful.
analoguesynths 7 months ago