Homemade cover of Alasdair Robert’s The Magpie’s Nest 

I first heard this song about 15 years ago, I had just moved into a little cottage with my young daughter, who happens to be an actual Irish fairy￼.
I was starting a new life for us, and this song envisioned everything I’d hoped for.
I used to not be able to sing this song all the way through because the beauty of it just destroyed me.
All my hopes & dreams , they did come true. ❤️

The Magpie’s Nest

the dance (prism)

I try to cover my daughter Ava’s song Grapefruit Sun 

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Listen to the real version here! https://beauquet.bandcamp.com/album/beauquet

Grapefruit sun

thought I saw you walking
time was moving and I was talking
it could have just been anybody

I knew I saw the sun go 
I thought I saw the flowers grow
I was certain that I couldn't follow

set the 
idea of you
free Naive
Naive

someone
somewhere
something's not there
I dare
I dare 
I dare

thought I saw you walking
time was moving and I was talking

thought I saw you walking

KK 3005

Freedom's Goblin

And, Goodnight

Harvest Moon (Neil Young)

Day 7 of my 12 Covers of Christmas is "Birds" written by by Neil Young, a request from Doc Abrams! 
Neil has always been  a huge influence on my songwriting, & some of my very first songs were Neil Young covers. He uses simple chords & simple words to express deep & complex emotions. 
I recorded this on my dad's nylon string Martin at work, & fun fact you can hear a car zoom past after I sing "It's over, it's over" the first time. Peace out!

Birds

Day 9 of my 12 Covers of Christmas is The Hazel Wood, a song arranged by Patrick Wolf from a poem by Yeats.  This song was a request from my dear friend Jen, she & her husband have a place in W Mass as near to fairyland as I've seen . This take is from the first time I played it through, played on my dad's nylon string Martin & recorded on my iphone using Garageband.
Here is the beautiful poem the words come from.

The Song of Wandering Aengus
By William Butler Yeats
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
Source: The Wind Among the Reeds (1899)

The Hazel Wood

fuzz masters. sirens of outer space. we live in your bedroom.

thought I saw you walking

beauquet

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