Lyrics: Vedantha Kumar, Arrangements: August and After, with Sophie Jamieson (Vocals), Ali Digby (Cello), Matt Holubinka (Trumpet), Nick Wise (Trombone) and Oliver J Staines (Flute)

Waltz for Marie

December is from the album Tide available for pre-order from Butterfly Collectors:

http://www.butterfly-collectors.com/tide

December is written and lead by multi-instrumentalist, Jeff Smith. Thus, it marks a stylistic departure from the band’s orchestral origins, featuring a minimalistic overture that eases into a delicate piano riff in the minor key. 

Layered with ethereal female harmonies including singer/songwriter Milly Hirst, Jeff’s unaffected vocals cut deep into the marrow, sublime in their simplicity. December ascends through the angular drums of latest band member, Alex Mackenzie - whose trip-hop beat accents the trumpet / violin contrapuntal melodies into a maudlin, macabre Mariachi march.


WOODEN ARMS - December

Words Underlined

Archive - Taste Of Blood

''Kat Frankie spent her youth in the sunburnt suburbs of Sydney, scribing countless songs in her parents' sweltering attic. She moved to Berlin in December 2004, where she is known for her passionate, dynamic and riveting live shows. Kat performs both solo and with band; both incarnations feature powerful arrangements that give space to her incredible voice; reaching from tender, sparse melancholy to dramatic, soaring aggression.
Kat's debut album, "Pocketknife" was released in Australia in September 2007, and in Germany January 2008, and has been highly praised in both countries. Kat has also released an EP titled "outside.now." and appears on several independent compilations from Australia and Germany.
Kat also features in BerlinSong, a music documentary made by Uli Schueppel about songwriters in Berlin. The film was selected to premiere at the 2007 Berlinale Film Festival.

Lyrics : 
she met you in the driveway it was so warm
and the neighbours still complaining about the heat
then she fell in your way, she broke down and said
I feel loved
but people, will tell you where to go
I don't know why their revelations bore me, I know I
won't go outside
but right there like a rabbit in the yard I'm aware of 
the predators this city conceals, I
know by
their eyes

but charlie, don't jump
stay in this world

you lay down in hallway it was so wide
like a slow dance with the carpet, cheek to cheek
and sensing with the feel and only known to you
higher ground
but people will tell you where to go, I don't know why
they clutch their faith as their only defense against the void
and right there like a rabbit in the yard I'm aware of
the predators this city conceals I
know by their eyes

but Charlie don't jump, stay in this world
charlie don't jump, there's so much to live for
Charlie don't jump, a lovers coming soon
Charlie don't jump, there's someone who needs you
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Kat Frankie - People

Taijin Kyofusho

You can buy my VINYL here: https://elasticstage.com/noraunnep/releases/sylvan-glade-album

Vocal, lyrics: Nóra Ünnep
Music: B. R.

Lyrics:
My dreamplace looks nothing like yours
I can’t see swans, rainbows all around
But vivid cities with mended hearts

It’s time to shake the burden
of yearning, doubt

My throat is dry
I’ve drunk too much
My brain is tight
I’ve read too much
I know too much
I’ve heard too much
I’ve tasted too much

Way too much

Still I have hopes
I sit in the light
On the pure ray of the sun
in the light, in the light
On the pure ray of the sun

It can be done,
it can be done
it can be done, done, done, done

Vinyl

Discussion With The Inner Child

https://on.soundcloud.com/tpL4Mbx5QmN78MbyeM      Compilation

Tear it apart "Remaster"

Goddamit, Andrew, if you're gonna succedd at this thing, (What thing?) this, this thing you're trying to do, you gotta stop being so damn deferential!
I can't help being deferential, it's built in.
Then change.
Change?
I have changed.
I don't mean on the outside, change on the inside.
Take chances, make mistakes. (Mistakes?) Yes!
Sometimes it's impotant not to be perfect, okay, it's important to do the wrong thing.
Do the wrong thing?
Yes.
Why?
Oh, I see, to learn from your mistakes.
No, to make them!
To find out what's real, and what's not, to find out what you feel.
Human beings are terrible messes, Andrew.
I'll grant you that.
I see, this is what is know as an irrational conversation, isn't it?
No, this is a human conversation.
It's not about being rational, it's about following your heart.
And that's what I should do?
Yes.
And you have a heart, Andrew, you do, I feel it.
I don't even believe it sometimes, but I do feel it.
And in order to follow that heart, one must do the wrong thing.
Yes.
Thank you.


But you're not married yet!
No, two weeks from Saturday. {?} You absolutly positive you're doing the right thing?
Positive.
You're not getting married. *scoffs* I'm never absolutly positive about anything.
So you could be doing the wrong thing.
No, I'm pretty sure I'm doing the right thing.
Great.
Why is that great?
Well, in your apartment, you told me to do the wrong thing.
Now, you are not doing the wrong thing, you're doing the right thing.
Safe to say, you're not following your own advice, 'cause if you were, you would definetly not be marrying this man Charles.
Because I would be doing the right thing.
Precisely.
In some strange way, you're starting to make sense.
Good.
D'you have any idea what it's like to be in love with someone who's about to marry someone else?
Somebody who's totally magnificent, someone who walks into a room and lights it up like the sun?
Someone who you know is lying to herself?
Lying?
Convincingly, very very much so.
About what?
That you don't love me.
When I know in at least some way you do.
But how do you know that?
Portcia, I have done everything inside and out.
But that stuff doesn't matter to me.
Well something matters, 'cause I have to believe that if nothing mattered, you'd love me, and not some man who's chin can sink the Titanic! (*sobbing*) What?
See?
It's true isn't it?
I'm sorry...
Does he light you up like this?
Does he make you laugh? *sobbing* No one makes me laugh like you.
Good!
Then admit it, admit that you love me, and you want to kiss.
That's all, one quick kiss.
Just one kiss, could not jeprodize a glorious marriage.
Besides, it would also explain to me why your impulses just jumped from 66 to 102 beats per minute.
Your respiration rate has doubled.
You're putting out clouds of {?}.
Fair to read me like that.
I know, love isn't fair.
I'm reading your heart, I'm asking you to follow it.
Begging you.
Begging is supposed to be humiliating, but I don't care.
I love you, Portcia.
I've loved you the very first moment I saw you.

The Final Thing On My Mind

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