Powerful song, Faultress! You have an awesome soul!

I believe every single word sung with such ... sneaking up .?. intensity and ... swirl.

The 2nd single from the album Lazybody (Last Night From Glasgow)

Written, arranged and performed by Annie Booth
Produced and mixed by Chris McCrory
Strings arrangement by Rhona Macfarlane
Recorded at Chem19, Blantyre and Green Door, Glasgow
Mastered by Samuel J. Smith

Vocals: Annie Booth
Bass: Jack Richardson
Drums: Gavin Lamont
Violins: Rhona Macfarlane 
Cello: Rachel Wilson 
Pedal steel: Conor Smith

℗&© 2021 Annie Booth

Tropic

Slowly, slowly does it.
I need time to separate my head 
My heart 
Controls it
and I feel
I am prone to overfeeling
But please understand how long I spent so tired of living

But these are only emotions
And none of them matter

I'm well aware that I can be intense at the corner of my eye I see you are rolling yours.
I'm well aware that I can be intense at the back of my mind I can see you are changing yours.

Slowly, slowly does it.
I need time to separate my head 
My heart 
Controls it
(Burns it to the ground)
And I think
I am prone to overthinking
But please understand how long I spent so tired of living

Cause it is all an Illusion
And none of it matters

I'm well aware that I can be intense at the corner of my eye I see you are rolling yours.
I'm well aware that I can be intense at the back of my mind I can see you are changing yours.

Illusions (Radio Edit)

Blank Sky

the tide that won't come back

Drums by Andy Hargreaves
Produced by Dave Fidler
Mixed and Mastered by Pete Hobbs

Freya Beer ©2019

Dear Sweet Rosie

From the album ”Ueomuitearukuhito”
Cover Art by Yuko Weiner (www.yukoweiner.com/ )

No Face (English translation)

People are tweeting with someone with no face for nothing
People are clashing with someone with no name for no reason
Remove the useless applications increased
Not knowing what you want to do, You wasted another night
Everything around you was not what you needed

People are tweeting with someone with no face for nothing
People are clashing with someone with no name for no reason
Throw away the obstructive devices
Not knowing what you want to do, You wasted another night
Everything in your room was not what you wanted
Now you are used to laughing at someone
Where is your heart that cried in old days for anyone?

The sun came up then went down and then came up

かおなし

顔のない誰かに意味もなくつぶやき合う
名も知らぬ誰かに訳もなくぶつかり合う
無駄に増えたアプリは消してしまおう
したいこと分からなくてただ夜を過ごしていた
必要ないことばかりが君を包み込んでいた

顔のない誰かに意味もなくつぶやき合う
名も知らぬ誰かに訳もなくぶつかり合う
邪魔になるデバイスは捨ててしまおう
したいこと分からなくてただ夜を過ごしていた
欲しくもないものばかりが部屋を埋め尽くしていた
人を笑うことにだってすっかり慣れてしまった
誰の為にでも泣いた優しさはどこへ

陽は昇りまた沈んで沈んではまた昇った

Ueomuitearukuhito

No Face

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Hodges - No Face (かおなし)

Cold

Fourth single from Islands EP out now on Culture Recordings

Written by Josh Geffin
Produced by Culture Recordings
Recorded at Noatune Studios by Culture Recordings
Mastered by Andrea Gobbi
Artwork by Liam Relph

Josh Geffin - singing, acoustic guitar
Victoria Hume - backing vocals
Robin Peters - bass
Gareth Farmer - drums
Francesca Ter-Berg - cello
Alice Zawadski - violin

Islands

Josh Geffin

Falter

How Often?

The 4th release from the 10-track series 'Signs of Life'. 
The titular track of the series focuses on the passing of time; It asks for signs of new life hidden in the remains of the old, it asks for survivors to make themselves known.
Layers of time, dinosaurs, treasures hidden in the rock. These words came about through Helen's love of beachcombing and how this pursuit connects her with past times.
Duria Antiquior, sung in the chorus, translates as "A more ancient Dorset" and is a painting by Henry De La Beche from 1830, based on fossils found by the famous geologist Mary Anning.

Lyrics

The killing elm preserved
The ancient bones of us.
Housed in a rocky tomb, the pterosaurs.
Under the killing elm, 
What’s left to answer for?
We’ll sell shells, down by the shore.

Duria antiquior.

Life held on, 200 Million, 
Maybe more.
Oh, flooding land, a coming cure.
Combing to find, the answers we left there before,
Out of luck, washed up, by the shore.

Duria antiquior.

Casing glass, bottles strewn,
Oh, veins of gold, an earthen womb
Spring tide come and wash me home.
Veins of gold, only fragments of answers anymore.
We’ll still see her, down by the shore.

Deep time runs,
Above the blue,
Below full moon,
Oh landslide
Survive, survive, survive.
Coming to find,
Combing to find,
Hoping to find
Signs of life,
Signs,
Signs of life.
Survive,
Signs of life,
Survive.

Signs of Life

Signs Of Life

Angel Follows Me Out

FAULTRESS /fɒltrəs/ n. a female criminal (1838) 
NOCTURNES OUT NOW
Stream here: https://songwhip.com/faultress/nocturnes

Illusions (Radio Edit)

Faultress

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