@user-98303408: i do everything by myself with an acoustic guitar and a keyboard from the 90's.

Does you mother know what you do? I highly doubt she listens to your music, if she knows it exists! haha I hope you can somehow find a way to interpret that into a compliment, because it was meant to be. 👀

Great sound & mix - feel suitably burned now :)

1st track on littleuniverses LP
Music Video for Radio Edit: https://youtu.be/d6-bq6lcCgM

LYRICS:
Under the largest sky
framed by the tallest pines
our bodies lay on the earth

I feel the warmth 
of the orange flames burn 
put your hand in mine
close your eyes

I’m rising 
Like the sparks of these flames
you lit the bonfire in me
I’m seeing things 
You’re magic

So much mist 
then made a drop
the tiniest drop
until a warm rain poured

I want to be 
the hand that writes 
lay your head on me
close your eyes

Then we waved to all 
that we’ve become
and acknowledged
all that we are not

I envisioned
feathered wings
you beside me
I’m seeing things 
You’re magic.

Then blew the  
wind to dry us down
to spin us ‘round 
our hands lengthened to arms
and the maps in your eyes 
showed how our souls took flight
to soar
‘cause you’ve opened the sky       
You’re magic.

littleuniverses

Magic

Video on YouTube: https://youtu.be/Vpe6bomtEK4
track 2 off of littleuniverses album

LYRICS:
In my chest
a heart behind breasts
my skin drapes curves
I’ve been given
 
My eyes seek
and much desire
to call and to capture earth’s gifts and fires
 
hey
I’m a woman
hey
I’m a woman
 
My love is warm
can embrace as the sea
it can float and sink the ones it receives
 
My body talks a language 
to those listening 
for its wailing moves
 
hey
I’m a woman
hey
I’m a woman
 
I flow these forces straight into to you.

Woman

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The Journey

From Album : Magnolia  - Release March 2015
Cari Burdett Vocals, Quinn Bachand, guitar, Miles Black,piano, Richard Moody, violin, Joby Baker, percussion and bass, Adrian Dolan, accordion. Recorded Baker Studios 2014, Mixed and Mastered by Joby Baker. Produced by Cari Burdett and Joby Baker. Additional recording by Adrian Dolan at Marlborough Studios.  Visit www.CariBurdett.com for more info

Loveliness

Where Once The Waters

Kristallen Den Fina (Swedish Traditional)

Trick of the Light I 2018 I Roaring Girl Records

I want to be a good man, mama, when I travel
Can I stand the lure of the beautiful
If the tide of your heart does turn in the middle of the night
You're under a gibbous moon in the shallows

Tides

Trick of the Light I 2018 I Roaring Girl Records

May the road rise up to meet you
May your still house be still 
Though those summer storms been shaking the floorboards 
Where your secrets are held.

Fine Line

Trick of the Light I 2018 I  Roaring Girl Records

It was a desert sort of day 
Heard the windsong through the sound
Heard a stillness so wide and low
Sweep deep through the straight
Blew us all off course

Windsong

Don't think that way...

she's Fahrenheit,
and Monday mist,
and histories,
that don't exist,

she's beatitude,
and all eyes to the floor,
where they pretend to pretend,
that they don't want more,

an imaginary friendly,
baited line of which they send me,
precognitions in and then we...
...wake myself for it gets too wet...

thinking that there's nothing finer,
than that surrogate vagina,
i got problems, no reminder,
needed cause i can't forget...

locked down in the dead of a winter,
trying to bury all that's wary,
in the tundra tattled ground,

who'd believe the tubercular sky?
certainly not me...not ever-after,

staring all the time,
this mountain that i climb,
dwindles before the sight,
isn't she so Fair-in-Height?

don't think that way...

feeder fodder,
teeter totter,
invoking a choking chain,
stabilize your unstable eyes,

i've no motive direction,
or human affection,
instilling a willing,
keep the world at disarms length,

pretending i'm a homosexual,
when really?...i'm nothing,

nothing much at all...

who'd ever cater the maze?
the undertow's a hushed web of collusion,

staring all the time,
this mountain that i climb,
dwindles before the sight,
isn't she so Fair-in-Height?

who would ever cater to the maze?

°Fahrenheit

i bore to you a houndly frolic,
every rise and fall,
my backwords barkened by the rollick,
unheedy my call,

you gouged my grip, in scented slip,
for every phantom sniff,
and all that was, was lost because,
of wandering what if,

I bore to you a houndly frolic,
every fall and rise,
where winter whittled worry,
and unheedy went my cries,

your absence cast my echo,
in collide-a-scope collapse,
and all that is, was fleeting fizz,
for petulant perhaps,

so you tottered in a circle broken,
down on widdershins,
to engrave what must be left unspoken,
save by bitter grins,
upon the insides of my eyelids,
whence now even shorn and shuttered,
doth the vision of derision,
that the bitter grins have muttered,
cast it's kindling, sharp and spindling,
on the clenching of sightlesson,
so I'm sealing every feeling,
just to keep my keep from guessing,

°Fahrenheit

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