Such a beauty of a song. Love it more everytime i listen to it ❤️❤️❤️

Ск, прошло 7 лет с выхода пантомимы, а я до сих пор помню, как у меня горело, когда она не выходила в срок. Помню, как приходилось слушать отрывочек из припева на стареньком кнопочном самсунге и радоваться жизни. Помню, как читали текст песни и гадали, как она будет выглядеть. Помню, как горело у подруги, когда Уотсон таки не спела полноценно. Ух как горело! И конечно же помню, как топала поздним зимним вечером из художки, в наушниках была пантомима, а на улице шел снег. Крупные хлопья снега безмятежно опускались на землю, улица полупустая, везде горят новогодние огонечки. А ты стоишь посреди всего этого и на душе сразу тепло стало. Семь лет уже прошло, а я все помню это.

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The Sound

Pantomime

Stoic

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Chemicals

“Oxford Revisited” is a chamber-folk narrative told across eight hours of a 20-year reunion at New College, Oxford. It’s the sound of returning to the architecture of your youth and discovering the internal rooms you’ve locked or forgotten. Over fingerpicked guitar, warm cello, and soft glitch textures, the album follows a 40-year-old protagonist as he retraces the pathways of his first independence—old staircases, renovated bars, candlelit halls—meeting the ghosts of who he was.

Across the evening he reconnects with Anna, a woman whose life was transformed by a book he wrote in his twenties. Her gratitude destabilises him at first; he barely recognises the idealistic version of himself she quotes back. But as the night deepens—from laughter with first-year neighbours to the humbling sobriety of an alumni football match—he begins to warm to the idea that the artist he used to be isn’t gone, just quiet.

By midnight, standing on the Mound beneath the warm lamps and cool air, he accepts a truth he’s avoided: growing up didn’t erase the creative self—it only buried it under routine. Anna didn’t come to remind him of the past; she came to return him to himself.

This is an album about memory, drift, courage, and the dignity of beginning again. Not nostalgia—recognition.

Grace Before Meat

'U' by Richard Walters

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Produced, Recorded & Mixed by Aidan O'Brien
Mastered by James Bragg

I was somewhere lost in England
I was somewhere far from you
Thinking about all the words we chose to use
And I know that it seems selfish
But it's easier on me
To move away in a half-light while you sleep

Why would I wait
Wait for words
I should do anything for you

Will you wait for me in London
Will you clear me out a space
Bring me the bones of mistakes that we have made
And I know I have to say it
But I'm sorry from the start
Come back to me, come back to me

Why would I wait
Wait for words
I should do anything for you

Oh stay
I'd do anything 
For you

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If you’re a closed book then why can I still read your pages?
Yeah, I see them in your face when you look at me that way
Not much has changed here
If I could, I’d grab the wrists of time and run right back to the start
Even knowing how it ended, I’d do it all again, dear
Just to hold you in my arms
One last time

Or was it all just a dream
And I’ve finally woken up
I thought I gave you the best of me
Though it never felt enough
I guess some things aren’t meant to be
Darling, I know that now
But I’m hoping that I’m just fast asleep
And when I wake up you’ll be here

Each song, a finger to a hand that’s reaching out
Each line, a tooth in a mouth that’s screaming out
Behind my closed doors
Can you hear me through the walls?
That you once walked through,
Yeah you just walked through

Or was it all just a dream
And I’ve finally woken up
I thought I gave you the best of me
Though it never felt enough
I guess some things aren’t meant to be
Darling, I know that now
But I’m hoping that I’m just fast asleep
And when I wake up you’ll be here
In my arms

In My Arms

Up We Go

Lyrics:

I am stranded on a beach that I've always known.
I have fallen in love with this curse though I know it's not home.

So I call out for rescue, and I work down to bone,
just searching for something -- no, anything -- to get me back home.

I am doubtful of a sail that could capture the wind.
But I am speechless! The boat is open to let a doubter step in.

Now the sail is my rescue, and I rest down below.
Wind so strong it could kill me, but it carries me home.

I am buried on the beach where I first began.
I live by the water that soon will wash over the sand.

The sail is my rescue, and I rest down below.
Wind so strong it could kill me, but it carries me home.

Forest Park

A Tale of Rescue

When I Get There

How Can I

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Pantomime

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